Y/n POV
I hate everything that involves about me, I hate how I survive every situation, I hate how lucky I got one day and it stuck to me forever. Anyway, this luck isn't very fun to have, I prefer to have bad luck than good luck. I even would take over any hero or villain group if I so desire too. I already did it, three times.... And I never had been caught, I am convince that some higher being is doing this to me. I have this "Plot-Armor" type of power, I don't have any evidence... But I know of it, I made a few experiments of this cosmic power, or maybe even higher.
I was walking back to my house, a few girls wanted to give me their number, but I knew that I wasn't fit for a relationship. Besides, I can tell from their eyes, in their eyes, I may be a short guy with that "bad boy" look, but I was different. I return back home, I grab my revolver, I so yearn for death, the bullets filled the chamber, I spin it. I put the barrel into my head, I smile and said my last words.
Me: GOODBYE, BEAUTIFUL WORLD!
I pull the trigger...
*CLICK*
Well, my last words for this hour... I threw the gun at the wall, it fired and I don't care what that bullet hits. Actually, I do care, but at the same time, I don't care...
Two days later
I yell at a couple walking their dog.
Me: DON'T TOUCH THAT DOGGY DOG, YOU CAT-WORSHIPPING DREG!
The couples ran off, I walk into the store, stole something and walk out of that store. It was cash, after killing everyone in there. As I was walking out, a person was standing in my way. I also stood there, waiting if this guy will do something or does this dude have to do something with m-
??????: I finally found you.
Me: Uhh...
??????: I will kill you, avenge my family that you have killed!
He pulls out a sword, running towards me, I stood there. Knowing that I would survive. He slash his sword on my body, blood poured out, I groan in pain. As I smile, this ones different compare to the ones that did the same thing. I let him did his second slash, probably ending my life, for good....
3rd POV
As the mysterious figure was about to finish him off, a lightning bolt strikes his sword, electrocuting him to death. Y/n frowns and became angry.
Y/n: Everytime! Come on, bud! Kill me!
Y/n grab his blade, only for it to be broken into pieces. He clench it in his hands, making his palm bleed, and he yells.
Y/n: Why!? Why can't I just die!? ARRRRAAGGHHHH!!
He slam his fist on the ground, he pounds the ground. His hand became bloody, bones was crushed, and he screams in anger.
Y/n: I! WANT! PEACE! WHY!! CAN'T!!! I!!!! ENDED IT!!!!!!
He yelled so loud, that his voice almost ripped. He look to the sky and he felt tears going down his face... He didn't feel this emotion for a long time, this time... this emotion tore his heart up, the memories of his past flooded in. His anger yells turn into a cries of a broken, regretful, guilty person. Suddenly, everything stops, he cradle himself into the ground, as the blood on his hand still leaks. He knew, he is still bleeding, but to whatever curse he has... wouldn't let him die. He cried, all of his depressed thoughts, his family, his happy self, his friends... and even himself, it was gone long ago. He had nothing to live for, he knows it too, why live and why even live more once you know you cannot die? He yells at the sky once again, it almost tore his vocal cords once again, he grabbed his gun from his pocket and begin firing the sky.
Y/n: YOU! YOU CAUSED THIS!
He said, still firing to the sky.
Y/n: IS THIS SOME CRUEL JOKE!? DOES ME SUFFERING AMUSE YOU!
His gun ran out of bullets, he throws it at the sky, only for the gun to drop to the ground a few feet away from him.
Y/n: IS THIS WHAT I GET FOR WHAT I DID!?!? I AM SORRY! LISTEN TO ME, I'M SORRY!!!! I... I'm sorry.... i'm sorry...
He fell to his knees, crying once again, he got up, before shaking the rain water off of him. He drop the blades next to the guy.
Y/n: Nice try, dude. Maybe next time...
Y/n POV (An Hour Later)
I hate this, I hate that everyone I know... dies, with no one left to loved or protect. Being a villain isn't so bad, I... I begin to see it all now. I can see it now, I can see how and why am I this lucky. This accursed occurrence, I can see it... I can see YOU, behind those screens, I may be just a work of words and some imagination. But, I know that I don't have any power to break free and stop all this... I can't feel any emotions now, only anger and hatred. I will become a villain, to your likings, so that this cursed may be broken. In short, I give up, I'll be your puppet, Hell, even right now, as I speak isn't me... So, have fun controlling me. Or whatever you want with me. I know that I can't escape for years, I know that you taken everything away from me, my family, friends, loved ones, and even myself. You are the reason I am like this, am I right? Of course it is. However, just know... that I HATE YOU. AND I WISH YOU WERE DEAD...
