short stories

number one

"You don't really think that you were supposed to save us, do you?" Thomas looked up confused, how could he not? Everyone always told him that he was the chosen one, that He had to save them. He was the one that had to save the world, he was the one that rescued millions, he was a hero. He still is a hero. Even here, completely broken, bruised, battered and without friends. Even here, he was a hero. He could never escape it, not even in death, not in prison and surely not in hell. 

"Why am I not supposed to do that?" I snorted, how could he ask that? Did he really not know? "Look around you, Thomas, what do you see?" 

He couldn't help but let his eyes wander around the room one more time, to take in the sight of all the persons. All broken, all bruised, all battered. Some looked friendly, some looked terrifying, some of them missed limbs, others were covered in scars. There was even a girl with blue skin and green hair, she wouldn't have been misplaced as a sea creature. There was a boy with wings and an old lady hanging from the roof like a bat. Some of them were playing games with each other, he saw a couple kissing, three kids were running around. There was only one common feature, they all looked as if they had nothing left to lose. That you could break all their bones and they would still laugh. They would still be happy. 

"I see," sigh, "I see shells of persons, I see beings that were once persons, but now. Now it looks as if they lost everything, even themselves." Laughing echoed around the room, some people looked up, some didn't. It happened often that a new person arrived, most of the time the newbie thought they could still escape. That there was a way out. 

There wasn't.

"We are all chosen ones. There is no True Chosen One, maybe someone told you that so that you would feel better about yourself. But it was a lie." A gasp escaped him, his eyes went wide and once again wandered around the darkroom. And he finally saw, he finally saw that everyone here had lost. Not just our hope, but we lost faith in our people. Because our people had told us that we were the chosen ones, that we were special. And we left, we left so we could save the world. We left our home, we left our families, only to arrive here and find out that it was all for nothing. We should have just stayed at home. 

"But how? How is it possible that we are all here together, yet no one found a way out." "There is no way out!"

He shook his head, trying to deny what I just said. I snorted, the newbies always did that. They always tried to deny the truth, it took them a while before they finally realised it. We are stuck. It doesn't matter that some of us aren't human, we're all stuck in the same place and there is no way out. 

"But we're all chosen ones, aren't we? We're all special, we were chosen from our people to defend them, to rescue them, to save the world." "That was a lie." "No, it wasn't."

Shaking my head, I tried to convince him, to explain to him that we aren't special. We never were special. It was a lie society told us in hope to get rid of the Darkness. 

"Every few years society will send someone, someone they call 'The Chosen One'. That person will have to defend them, he or she or they will have to save the world. It doesn't matter who that is, their race, their sex, their sexuality, nothing of that matters. They just need to save the world from burning." I took a deep breath, this was always the hardest part. No matter how many times I had to tell someone this, it never became easier. It always hurt. It hurt to see the fury on their face, the fear in their eyes and the quivering of their lips. They might not have given up their hope after I said it, but deep down they all realised that I was right. 

"The Darkness is stronger than us, stronger than all of us. It doesn't matter who goes against it, it doesn't matter how many of us start a rebellion at the same time, It will always win. The tables turn every time, every time we think that we're winning, we'll lose. We will always lose."

"No! We are the Light, the Light must win." "This is not a fairytale, Thomas, this is the real world. And in the real world, the Light doesn't always win. Sometimes the Light loses."

"Then why don't we learn about that in history, we always learn that the Darkness lost. That there was a chosen one and that the Chosen One defeated the Darkness, if only for a little bit."

"I thought you looked around, I thought you saw." "Saw what? Tell me!" He was getting angry, agitated, I now knew what those emotions looked like. This had happened way too many times for me. Every time I felt the fear grab me from behind and throw me on the ground. Even if it was only in my head, it hurt. "We are those chosen ones, Thomas, and we did not defeat the Darkness. History might tell you that we did, but that is a lie. We never won! Ever." 

"I will make sure we win, I'll start a revolution or I'll call help from outside. I've got a mobile phone, I can call them and tell them we need help." "You can't." "Why not? Why are you so against me trying to save us, I am trying to save you!" "Don't you think we tried? You are not the only one who had that idea, and you won't be the last to tell me that. But when you've been here for as long as I have, you know it won't work. You're free to try, though. I won't stop you."

A/N don't steal. I might continue this later, might not. We'll see.