First fanfic and it's a self insert. I promise I'm not completely evil. This is short but it's only the beginning. The title is pretty obvious as to what kind of story this is so I won't insult your intelligence by repeating it here again. Take a look and let me know what you think?

On with the show!

Chapter 1

Heroes always died a painful death.

That's a lesson I learned the hard way. I really never made it my business to be a hero at all as I lived my life. Growing up, I was one quiet and reserved kid. I never really made an effort to stand out. Well, that really isn't exactly true. I remember trying to come out of my shell and make some friends or do...something. I don't exactly remember what it was that I tried, all I remember is that it failed spectacularly and horribly. To this day I shiver on the occasions that I remember that horrible day. I don't know what had compelled me to try and jump a fence in front of my classmates. I don't think there was any good reason other than me just wanting to show off in front of them. Well my luck had decided to prove itself to be shitty that day and as I made to jump the fence, my pants got caught and I was then stuck their being wedgied by a goddamn fence. First day of highschool and I had already earned myself a nickname.

Pinata.

And I never dared show off ever again. But here I am, years later, at the center of attention once again. Albeit this time it's not intentional at all. I stopped by a gas station on my way home from school. Thanks to my wonderful luck, I happened to stumble onto a robbery because I was fiending for chips.

So I kinda stood there and gaped at the other people in the store like a total dumbass. I made eye contact with the teary gaze of the gas station attendant who stared at me helplessly. I watched as she mouthed the words 'Please, help me'. I then turned my wide eyes towards the gunman. He look like a picture straight out of a cheap comic book. He was wearing all black and had a matching ski mask to go with the rest of his look. The o my thing that would make his look even more worse is if he had those black and white striped shirts from those cartoons I fancied watching as a kid.

"Don't you fucking taking another step, kid!"

The loud yell made me nearly jump right out of my shoes. The gunman had given me his full attention know. He even level the gun in my direction as he threatened me. I couldn't even find the words I could use to beg for my poor life. I was so scared and terrified that all I could do was shiver violently in fear and stare at the barrel of the gun that was pointed at me with tears running down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do. I think I had temporarily lost my ability to hear, because the gunman had continued to yell directions at me, none of which I could hear. In fact, the only reason I knew that he was even speaking to me was because he kept making gestures with his gun while he continued to get worked up as time went by. I internally screamed at my self as to do something, anything to get myself out of this situation. Finally, after what seemed like forever, my body responded to my mental command. Just not the way I wanted it to.

The thing I did in response in this dangerously delicate situation was to throw my damn keys at the robber. Yeah a two hundred IQ move for sure. And to make matters even worse, I hadn't even managed to hit the guy or even toss my keys anywhere near him. Instead, due to my nerves adding on to my already horrible aim, I had missed my assailant completely by not letting go of my keys at the right time. So my keys veered left and slapped the gas attendant right in the eye. She cried out loud and clutched her eye in pain. But I didn't even have her at the forefront of my attention. I instead kept my full focus on the gunman who had been startled by my 'heroics'. The criminal became even more hysteric and then, all of a sudden, the man pulled the trigger.

I hit the ground with a numbing pain flaring up at my throat. I gurgled as I choked on my own blood. My vision started to wane. I don't know if it was from the increasing blood loss or from the tears blurring my vision. All I knew was that I was dying before I could even start living my life.

This fucking sucked.

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" Tonight we share some very sad news with heavy hearts, dear viewers. Earlier today, an eighteen-year-old college freshman was murdered at a local gas station. Eye witnesses report that the young man came by to load up on gas and stumbled onto a shake down. He was shot twice in the throat trying to stop the robbery. The suspect is still at large and is wanted to for felony murder."

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I opened my eyes and blinked.

I breathed out a breath I hadn't known I was holding in and tried to ignore the odd tingling sensation in my throat as I swallowed heavily. I was alive and breathing.

I was alive.

I was breathing.

'And I was...in the middle of the woods?' I couldn't help but think in no amounts of small confusion

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What the flying fuck?!

I snapped up into a sitting position in shock. What in God's name was I doing in a forest of all things? Wha-hadn't been just shot not a second ago?

Oh god, I just got shot not a second ago! Somebody, please help me understand what the flying fuck is happening to me!

Typical Slow start. It gets better I promise. Try to guess where this'll go from here and let me know in your reviews.

See You soon.