A/N: I wanted to try something different. Something...I guess bold and daring. Also, I'm having major writer's block on S.N. So, a oneshot from Vayne's POV. Spoilers ahead.
This wasn't the way it was supposed to end. Doesn't the hero always get a happy ending? He triumphs over evil against impossible odds; he may make sacrifices along the way, but in the end, everything works itself out?
Doesn't the hero get to live on to the end?
No. Firstly, this is real life and in real life, there's no such thing as heroes and villains. Nothing is set in stone. For every mistake there is a price. A price that must be paid. Secondly, was I really the hero? I killed my own father and nearly killed all my friends, the ones who stood by me when noone else would. Even when they discovered what I truly was.
My friends...
Thinking about them. Visualizing their faces. It brought pain beyond belief, a wave of grief so powerful I felt I might be crushed by the weight of it. I shouldn't think about them, but I do anyway. Because, even through all the pain and suffering that comes with those memories, there also comes a faint glimmer of relief. From knowing I can't harm them anymore. That I can't harm anyone anymore.
My dark desires nearly destroyed them all. Every single last one of my friends would have died. Luckily, they were strong enough to defeat me and save themselves.
I wondered what they were doing right now. Were they weeping for me? A sick, sick part of me hoped so.
So, in the end I supposed I deserved this fate. I'm not a hero. I'm a villain.
And the villain always loses.
I know, very short. Drabble like this is fun to write though. Expect more.