Our hero lunged forward to attack the villain, sword raised, anger clear on his face. The villain simply clutched a child and threw it in front of him. Our hero couldn't stop in time. The noise that followed the sword was horrible. There was a scream from the crowd, a woman's scream. He froze, unwilling to accept what had just happened. The villain took the opportunity to grab our hero's throat. We all watched hopelessly as our hero drew his last breaths, clutched at the throat by the villain. Would evil win? What would the world be like? She dropped our hero on the ground, like a child would with a doll that they were done playing with. She walked toward us menacingly.
"Hello, servants." she said with a smile. She didn't look as mean that way. "My name is Latisha. Now, bow before me!" There wasn't much we could do, with our hero's body laying in front of us all. One by one we kneeled on the ground. "You." she said, pointing straight at me. "Come forth." I rose from the ground and walked over to her. "Name?" she asked.
"Huh? Oh. David Mayer, ma'am." I said.
"Hello David. Tell me, What's your first impression of me?" she asked.
"Evil, horrible beast who obviously had problems as a child and was too weak to handle them so you turned to killing." I said immediately. I stand straight and face the crowd of people. I see neighbors and friends, and my wonderful fiancé, Julian.
"People, let David be an example to you all. Pay attention." she shouted. A sword came down on my neck, not cutting it, not yet anyway. It rested on the back of my neck.
Julian stood up, tears running down her face. "No. You may have gotten away with killing other innocent lives but you will not, I repeat, you will not hurt my fiancé." she said. She raced forward toward us. She didn't get more than 7 feet before the sword entered her gut.
"NO!" I yelled. I turned and grabbed a rock next to me and slammed it into the villains head. The rock made a big dent and she collapsed on the ground, eyes wide and unblinking. Cheers arose from the crowd.
"Hero! Hero!" someone from the crowd chanted. Other people joined in and eventually, the whole crowd was chanting.
Now, three months later, I'm still the hero. I don't like to be called 'hero' though, so I ask to be treated normally. I am, mostly. Julian was buried next to our hero and every day, I put a bouquet of roses on her grave and tell her about my life.
© Copyright 2017 SincerelyAnonymous. All rights reserved.
Paste the link to picture in the entry below:
Paste the link to Youtube video in the following entry:
Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. Make sure your selection starts and ends within the same node.
An annotation cannot contain another annotation.
There was an error uploading your file.