A/N: Okay, I'm not happy with how this ended. Or started. But this is the best I can get it. Blah.
Anyway, I'm currently on my crappy little laptop and I can't tell when I get reviews or messages or anything, so once I get my awesome laptop back, I shall respond to every review!
DiZclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Technically, I don't even own the title. So, again, blah.
They call him a hero.
I call him a murderer.
They say you can't kill those that are already dead.
I say we were alive the whole time.
But it doesn't really matter in the end, what people say or think, because it doesn't change the fact that I'm still lying here, still fading, still dying...
"We won!" The Keyblade Wielder yells, his face splitting in half with a blinding smile, and I think that's where I lost it. With a grunt of pain, I lift myself up, and take step after agonising step. None of them notice, too caught up in celebrating my death, and I know that if I still had a heart, it would be corrupted with hate right now. With a sneer, I start to talk.
"You... You call yourself... A hero?" I keep having to stop, exhaustion taking over. All three of the turn around and get down into a battle stance. They all relax when they see that I'm obviously no threat. The relaxation turns to anger, and I think I see the ducks head turn red. It would be quite comical if I wasn't about to die.
"Sora is a hero!" The duck quacks, moving in to defend his friend. I simply laugh, a high pitched, nervous sound.
"Oh really? I beg... To differ...?"
"Sora saves people. You and Organization XIII threaten them and turn them into Heartless." The dog puts in, talking in that irritating, slow voice that makes me want to whack him with my sitar. Too bad I've got no energy to summon it.
"You think... We're the evil ones? We... We only want our hearts back..." I pause, taking a deep breath, before continuing. "You go around... Killing us off as if... We mean nothing!"
"You're Nobodies. You aren't supposed to exist." The brunette says, as if I were a toddler who's missing a simple fact. I get the urge to laugh again, but I can't find the energy to.
"So that... Makes it okay? To murder?"
"Y-You aren't supposed to be alive." A stutter. That's all it takes for me to know that he's wavering, that he's not too sure anymore. A slow smile makes its way across my face, and I know that I have him.
"Who gave... You the right... To decide who deserves life... And who doesn't?"
"Shut up! You're evil, you're twisted and you're not alive!" Sora screamed, tears forming in his eyes. He was clutching at straws, and we both knew it. I smirked, before falling to my knees. I was about to go.
"Now that's... Just plain... Rude!" I give him a snarl, all the humour gone from my voice. Once again, I've dropped the emotional ploy. I've got no energy to keep it up, and there really is no point anymore.
Sora is now crying freely, his eyes distant and glazed over, as if his mind is somewhere else. I let out a growl that seems to bring him back to the present, and that only brings more tears.
"How many... How many innocents have you murdered... Who were simply trying to... Regain what they've lost?" I say in a low voice, giving him a cold glare. The boy has given up, he too has collapsed. We're face to face as I whisper my last words, and he's the only one who can hear them.
"Heroes aren't murderers. You are no hero."
