Heroic Evil - A Henry Drummond Story

Heroic Evil - A Henry Drummond Story

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He'd always been the odd one out of the bunch. Always singled out by the other kids, yet he held his head high. He's owned a pair of suspenders since he was only eight years old. He's been dreaming of being a lawyer his whole life, protecting the people with the power of his own words- that's the best superhero anyone could ask for. Now he's here, faced with the biggest problem. In a life or death situation- how was he supposed to defend himself? Would he resort to violence, or stick to the good words of his fellow philosophers? ||Story by Dougo||
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He still remembers it. The sound of bones breaking. The ringing. The voices. Their voices. His voice. But it shouldn't be possible. He sat in his bed, the darkness of the night making it hard to see at first. Sweat on his face- no whole body made it seem like just a bad dream. It was just that, wasn't it? Just a bad dream. But why was he feeling like he was being watched? Someones, or somethings eyes on his neck. Just waiting for a moment of weakness. Waiting for Finney to let his guard down, just to snap it. Something that only worsens it though, is that the other boys, which he had dreamed about, seem weird, strangely different than before. Or, Finney wakes up in the past with memories of the basement, but is telling himself it was nothing but a bad dream. But, of course, it is not. Because what kind of person am I to just let him and the other grave-boys just forget? Fair warning for this fic, English isn't my first language, so mistakes can/will happen. Secondly, some supernatural stuff will happen and will be discussed, but only in a way, that I think fits kinda in the story. (originally posted on my AO3 MariDreamLove )

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