Love is Evil

Sad Stories

•Y/N: Your Name
•E/C: Eye Color

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     I shuffled around in discomfort, feeling a little overheated, as I opened my eyes. Groaning, I look down at the tangle I put myself in with the blankets. Well, it's no wonder I feel hot. I twist myself out of the cocoon, and sit up too quickly. Thunk.

"Ow!" Hissing, I rub my forehead and glare at the top bunk. "Goddamnit. Again?"

I hate the bottom bunk. Too bad I can't switch beds. I'm sure Saros wouldn't go for that. I'm lucky to have a bed at all. He's not going to give a damn about my comfort, I'm sure. I press at my back once I'm out of the bed, waiting to hear the satisfying pop, before fixing my hair and looking around. The sun's still out, but Saros is gone. In his place is a small pile with the blanket I had put on him folded underneath a book and piece of paper. On closer inspection, I find out that it's a note addressed to me.

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I won't be back until later tonight, so the door is unlocked for bathroom visits only. Don't get any smart ideas. I've informed my men to keep watch on the elevator and stairwells. Any attempt to escape will end in you returning to your cell, which still hasn't been fully cleaned, mind you. To keep you occupied, I suggest reading the book I've left out— That is, if you've finished the other one. I'll be bringing dinner back with me, so prepare to be woken up if you fall asleep.

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My stomach churned at the thought of being put back in that cell, which probably stunk of rotting flesh now, stained with blood. I swallowed hard, feeling an acidic sting in the back of my throat. My shaking hands placed down the note as I took a deep breath to calm myself. So long as I don't try anything stupid, I'll be fine. I won't have to go back there.

     I could still see it, that man crying and pleading for his life, the way he exploded like a firework at the simple snap of Saros' fingers. That cold stare he wore was burned into me. It made me wonder why he hasn't just killed Herald already if he's so powerful? He's clearly capable. If he wanted to, maybe he could make everyone die the same gruesome death and reign as conquerer of Wallowdale, or maybe even the whole world? I'm sure it's something he would've considered before, yet his goals were not so clear. Did he just like being a thief or did he just find fun in teasing the hero? Is that what this is, just a game?

Saros threatens everything Herald holds dear: his city, his citizens, his fans. All are put in danger, and yet, every time, he'd come through and save the girl, protect the city and save the day. Saros always escaped with his cloaking ability. The chase ends when he wants it to end. Maybe he just likes to watch the hero spin around in circles, doing whatever he can to save everyone? Other than that, I have no clue. What started all this? Why does he do the things he does? Clearly, he isn't purely driven by chaos, as I originally thought, so what is this all for?

Shaking my head, I try to focus on something else, looking down at the book he left me. It's thin. I could probably finish it in a day, especially since I have nothing else to do. I read the summary on the back and am left surprised. It sounds like a love story.

    'Didn't know he was into that sort of thing.' Curious, I open to the first page and start to read. With each chapter, I find myself more and more engaged in the plot. The main character is a boy the age of fifteen, who, for most of his life, was alone with no friends. That is until he meets a girl who was curious about him, so every week, she'd come to spend time with him.