A/N; I'm sorry for the way I did this, I really, really didn't intend to take that long with finishing this fic, I had planed to go on a hiatus, maybe a couple of months, and then come back and finish it. But I got caught up in... well, a lot of things. And then I didn't have electricity and internet for a couple of months blah blah, blah.
But I'm gonna give this fic a last punch line, and be done. I also have to do this with another fic I've been working on longer then this one, that I tricked myself into forgetting after I had some falling outs with like ten of my friends over really, really stupid stuff.
Don't expect this chapter to be good D:, but I'll try hard not to let it be terribad!
Chapter 6: Nothing can change the inevitable...
Robbie knew he'd made a mistake. Kidnapping wasn't something he could just take a lecture for. Kidnapping was a felony. Even if it was an adult man, who could ultimately defend himself. Robbie only had a few options, one let 10 take Sportacus's place indefinitely, two try to convince Sportacus to forgive him, and put it off as a bad plan, or three, let Sportacus go, and run away. The chances of Sportacus following him were miniscule.
But there was a possibility...
Robbie bit the inside of his cheek, somewhat annoyed by the situation he'd gotten himself into. But there had been reasoning behind what he was doing. At the time. And now he was just confused. Annoyed, and confused. And he didn't know what to do.
Some genius.
Robbie collapsed into his chair, burying his face in his hands, as he hunkered down into himself. He was aggravated. He was sad. He was so, so very confused. And he was drawing a blank. He needed a way out. A way to make this alright again.
A way to let Sportacus be a hero, and save the day. A way to make him completely forget that Robbie had broken the law.
After all, he hadn't harmed anyone in the process. And no one, not even Sportacus really, had been in any sort of danger.
Now if he could only think of something, some way... If he could only come up with the perfect plan! If he could only... sleep for a while. Sleep, or eat... or Get rid of his problem. What had he been thinking? He hadn't thought this plan through very far.
But then, this hadn't been the original plan. Sportacus had interrupted the original plan. As he often did. Hn, the foolish elf, he really didn't';t understand the word; boundaries.
Sportacus had been interrupting everything Robbie had wanted to do, or tried to do, since the other man had come to town. As far as Robbie was concerned (now), the man was getting what he deserved. But Robbie needed to find a way to make the rest of the town see it the way he himself saw it. Otherwise he'd be the bad guy-... Again. Still. Always.
It wasn't even that he minded being the 'villain'... all of the time. But at times he was often called cruel, and uncalled for things just because they thought of him as the villain. Even if he wasn't about to do something cruel, they treated him as if he was about to go off. They tip toed around him as they would in a field of land mines. And he needed it to stop.
He needed to get away from them. Away from the cruelty.
He had to change the outcome. Had to roll the dice in his favor. He had to get Sportacus to agree that he would forgive, and forget. He had to. He absolutely had to.
But he's struggling to allow himself to rise, to move to talk to the other man. He's struggling with the thought that he is so willingly going to allow everything he's worked so hard towards slip away. He is struggling with acceptance. Sportacus took something from him that he loved once, so why can't he take away the thing Sportacus loves the most in this world? Why can't he shatter the mans career? What is preventing him from doing so?
A conscience?
Why is he allowing himself to fall prey to the beautiful smile? The gorgeous blue eyes?
Why is he letting himself find hope in the reassuring grip, that so often lays on his shoulder?
Why is he struggling to allow himself to remain villainous?
Why is he having such a hard time allowing the one plan that went right, continue?
Why is he trying to break his own rules, trying to compromise his life to save a hero he should be having exiled?
Why is he so... sorry?
Robbie inhaled deeply, as he let his hands fall down onto his lap, his eyes closing slowly, as he began to devise a way to make all of this better. A way to change the outcome, a way to put him back on the radar as a villain. But also a way to keep himself out of prison.
Robbie shifted uncomfortably in his seat, he was nervous. For the first time in... ages, he was actually nervous, he felt hot. Trapped. Scared.
He felt more now, in these few flashing moments then he had in years. And he didn't know how to deal with it.
He wasn't sure when he'd stood up, wasn't sure how he'd gotten in the kitchen, wasn't sure why his throat was burning. He was in a daze. Trapped within his own mind.
With no way out.
No way out.
Trapped.
~Fin.~
A/N: I-I suck so bad. But I really just... can't. I can't finish it any other way. But I can't never update it again. Cliff hanger endings are not uncommon though- think of it like I might come back and finish it some day. When I am more, eh, stable.
Sorry guys. But right now, I can't do any thing with this. Some day perhaps. Perhaps (and I do hope so!).