Once Upon A Villain
Sierra-Night
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"I wanted to be a hero once. I once wanted to be the adored idol of the masses who everyone could count on to save the day," I admit.
He continues to look at me expectantly, as if what I was about to say was tantamount to knowing the many secrets of the universe. If only my past hopes were the secrets of the universe then maybe I wouldn't disappoint.
"But then I realized that it was impossible," I continue. "A true super-hero was something I could never be, not even if I tried with all my might or even if I wanted it more than anything else in this entire world."
Though his face is masked one thing stands out clear as the day; piercing emerald eyes that seem as if they're staring right through me. As if they're staring right into me. I don't dare move under his gaze, as if hypnotized and frozen in place, just like the very first time, until I'm snapped back into reality when a question leaves his mouth.
"Why is that?"
His gaze doesn't leave me. If anything, it intensifies. I can't tell whether this is a part of his power or not, but either way it holds me down as if I couldn't leave--as if I didn't wan't to leave. So I don't, instead, I answer his question with a truth he cannot escape from. A truth he cannot twist against me nor deny.
Why can I not be a true superhero, he wonders. Why?
"Because a 'true super-hero' can save everyone."
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