Once upon a time
All stories start like that do they not? They start with once upon a time and end with a lowery and they lived happily ever after.
There were many a times harry asked himself if he would ever get his happily ever after or if he was just one of the secondary characters doomed to eternal anonymity. The one that always helped sacrificed and even died but never once got the rewards the hero received.
And there were many times he thought about turning around adding his own little plot twist to the fantastic story his life seemed to be. There were even more times that he felt like calling it quits. Abandoning the fight giving in to the whispers of his mind. It would be so easy to do that. Too let death take him away. Too finally get the rest his bruised and battered body deserved. Too bad he was too stubborn for that. Or was it too stupid. His master seemed to think it was the latter he… well he rather preferred the former, and anyway what did his master know. There was a reason they were in a Mexican draw now. And no matter his choice it seemed like old man death would get him this time. He didn't particularly care though. He wasn't that keen on living anyway except…. Well except when he was with him. And he supposed that that was where the problem really lied. He got attached to the damned blonde and well he kind of wanted him to stay alive.
Choices choices…..
His freedom his family or his lover.
It would have been so much easier had he stuck to his original plan but neither he nor the blondes were much for logic and order. Perhaps that is why they fit so well together. Like the broken pieces of the same mirror.
Choices choices choices…..
A gun shot. That was all that was heard in the old motel room.
Downstairs Hero and his team marched into action. But it was too late and somehow they all knew it. Death was waiting for its due and this time he wouldn't be cheated. All they could possibly hope for was the life of one which… well it depended on who you asked.
