God Knows Heroes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
"...He knew that no murderer would have gave their life to save a room full of people. Oliver had been framed for the murder of his family and Jack had been screwed into letting an innocent man die guilty..."

Submitted: January 12, 2012

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"Don't play the hero. Heroes get killed."

He had been warned. It wasn't any more justified though. There had been a gun, there had been hostages, and a man intent on burning the bank down. He didn't know what was worth fighting for, the gun or everyone's lives. He could feel himself suffocating and the pain was out weighing the pride.

His name had been Oliver Beltane, not that anyone really figured it out. Oliver had no family; no real friends or even acquaintances unless you count the man that had tried to stop him from playing god. The man's name is Jack, he's alive and well and currently regretting not stopping the man that had eyes that looked too old for his years. Those eyes were nothing but jaded, hurt. Bleeding and spilling secrets Oliver never thought about unless he was drunk and sure he wouldn't remember when the hangover passed.

Jack is thirty three, Oliver was twenty five. Jack lived to become the manager of that bank, Oliver died with a parole tag around his ankle for a crime he didn't commit. The robber had had a partner, something no one saw coming. Sure, Oliver succeeded in shooting the first man with his own gun and sending him down to the floor in a pool of blood, but his partner had other plans. The second man shot Oliver in the chest, and then scrammed out of the area with no money to show as a prize.

The robbers lived. Oliver died on the floor.

There is no reconciliation that would put Jack in his place. He had told this jaded Scottish man to not play hero, a curious choice of words now that he thought back to them. Searing green eyes had bored into his onyx-obsidian ones and Jack had been shocked at how determined this man was.

Rusty, reddish brown hair flecked with natural gold had been Jack's last view of the man that had saved him, his customers, and co-workers. It was only later that Jack had found out what the man had been on parole for; murder. He instantly thought otherwise.

He knew that no murderer would have gave their life to save a room full of people. Oliver had been framed for the murder of his family and Jack had been screwed into letting an innocent man die guilty. When Jack had leaned down to hear that Scottish man's last words, he had been shocked by them.

"A hero gets killed. An innocent man got framed. A good family got destroyed by a man still not having his name dragged through the dirt. Just give me some Scotch for the pain and the wait and hope God knows which man I am."

There was no Scotch for Oliver Beltane, just mumbled apologies to a little sister and a mother and a father who were no longer there. The framed man died smiling, something the refrained from doing in life. Jack made it his goal to pick the Beltane name out of the dirt and throw the right one down into it.


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