The Good, The Worst

The Good, The Worst

The hero rises from the ashes. Covered in smoke and burning ember, he starts to walk. With each step, he grows weaker and weaker. Collapse. Given time, words of failure leave his mouth. Listening with open ears. You stare at him, wide eyed, and in disbelief, your own champion, fallen.

Blood boils beneath your skin. You raise your foot from the ground. You try to stomp his brains into the ground. Everything you ever wanted to be, the one person you looked up to is right here. Bruised, bloody, battered. Insisting he get up, you start to shout. All he can do is pray for salvation for God, wanting to escape from your wrath. You continue to kick his limp body.

He stops moving.

You're worse than anything he's ever had to go through.