Come, little hero.
Think you can save them?
Then, by all means, try.
Try until your skin rips, your blood boils, your bones break.
It'll amuse me.
Oh, little hero, are you hurt?
Left for dead in a place that you don't know?
Where are your friends, now that you've saved them?
They'll come back for you?
If you say so, hero.
Look at you now.
The one who saved the worlds.
Tears leaking down your face.
Your body stained with its own paint.
Your bones look broken, hero.
Ah, it seems they are.
So what would happen, say,
If I were to give you a nice kick?
Would you scream with pain, hero?
I think I'd like that.
Wait, hero, are your eyes closing?
Are you giving up?
Really? I had expected more.
Sleep well, broken hero, I'll take over for you.
Sleep sounds good, yes?
Pathetic.
Look at you, pleading.
Begging with your last breath.
"Please don't hurt them!"
Well, don't worry, hero,
Yes, I'll take good care of your friends.
A/N: Yes, finally, I've killed him off...
The one taunting him? Well, Vanitas does come to mind, yes? However, believe what you will. I don't really care.
Writing time: 30 minutes.
Editing time: 45 minutes.
Contemplating time: An entire morning.
~Raven