Title: Decomposition of a Soul
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Just for fun.
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 280
Point of view: third
Notes: Completely oddball. Completely experimental.
When the hero falls, there's supposed to be something. Anything.
Not silence and muted grief.
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When the hero falls...
--silence--
forgive me
--Ican't--
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And the sun keeps on shining. Birds are singing. Clouds float merrily on their way and the bells in the church keep ringing, sounding out the time, and shouldn't everything be over?
He's gone. The world should be dead.
But it's not.
It's not.
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He was the hero. Him. Selfless. Noble. Honorable and good and all that epic hero shit that he'd deny till the day he--
Till the day he--
He died.
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His body. Body. corpse. Cold and unmoving and eyes that still stared but saw nothing. Nothing. Eyes that said nothing.
He lay still. Stiller than he'd ever been before. The stillness of a tomb. An unmarked grave forever forgotten.
But he won't be forgotten.
Nor will he be forgiven.
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When the hero falls, everything is over. The villain wins. It isn't right and it isn't fair--but, in the end, maybe that was the only way it could ever have really gone.
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--silence--
forgive me
--Ican't--
please
--never--
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When the hero falls, it's only right his brother rises alone and becomes the thing he's always fought.
When the hero's way fails, it's only right his brother turns to the other side for vengeance.
When the hero dies, it's only right that everything that was right becomes wrong.
When the hero dies, it's only right his brother realizes their crusade is useless and the only way to defeat the dark is to--
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forgive me
--never--
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--embrace it.