The Life of a so-called Hero (Hero's Awakening)

My entire body bounced off the metal squares behind me. I start to levitate off the ground and into the air by my shirt. I look up at the night sky for no particular reason, noticing the clouds are covering most of the stars. My head tilts down as I see the angry beast before me. He was a French guy, who was built like a military tank. I pulls me in closer. “Lez see how you like zees, swine.” I am tossed to the ground like an old and flimsy rag doll. I look up again, and see that there is another person, who looked like an elf, compared to the ogres he had at each of his side. “So, you zoguht you could zell in our, corn’er, no?”

I didn’t say anything. Not a word. I just looked back at them as if I was in a trance. I didn’t exactly know who they were, by name, but I heard of a French dealer who didn’t take kindly to competition in his corner. “How about I zlaughter you, like a ze pazetic peeg you are, uh?” I just continued to look bat at him. I couldn’t take this guy seriously. It was so dark, and I couldn’t. I took another look at my surroundings. It was an alleyway. I than forgot why I was here in the first place. “Zo, you can not zpeak?”
“I can’t really take you seriously with your high pitched voice and accents. He looked at both of his large neanderthals, and waved his hand. Next thing I know, a large sledgehammer of a foot came down on my stomach. I then roll over and hold my gut. More powerful kicks and stomps began to rain on my entire mid section, my arms, and my legs. What happened for seconds felt like hours. Hours of a beating.

After I received my easy mode brutalization, one of the large men pick me up, and lean me on the fence. The smaller guy removes something from his pocket. I didn’t bother to look at it to already know what it is. “Ow obout, I blow your brainz out, and put you out of your mizery. Do you take me zeriously now, you peace of zit?” I just stared at him, only for a moment. “I slowly move my hand to his, and put the petal piece he had to my face. “Than do it. Put me out of my misery.” I leaned my head back, in preparation to be killed in a random alley. I watched as bullets in the form of sweat, rather than the form of lead, began to drip down his face. His eyebrows were as knit as a sweater. He quickly hit me over the head with the gun, putting me into a light daze, causing me to get close and personal to the ground. “You are not worz a zingle bulleet, you worzless anymaul.” He walks off into the distance, after spitting on me. I just lied there, and look up to the night sky once more. I could of gotten up and immediately put up into motion a scheme to have them murdered in elaborate ways, but what was the point. I knew what I was getting myself into when I did this. And maybe he was right. Maybe I am just another worthless animal, a nameless, faceless animal. We are all like this, we all are born alone and all die alone. I didn’t know why the hell I cam back to Standasen. Nor did I realize that they were complete idiots for not stealing what bit of the drugs I had on me. I just continued to sit there one the pile of filth I realized I was on. This was life for me. All I can do is wait for the handss of fate and take me off this plain of existence.

As I lied there, arms spread out as if I was a dim star, I heard a voice. I thought it was two voices. I couldn't tell, all I knew is that it sounded as if two people were speaking in harmonious sync. "Oh what tangled webs we weave to try and survive while trampling on others. How does that make you feel knowing that being a dreg is the best any of the humans here have any hope for?" I propped myself up on my elbows, to see who was it. It might of been two (or one) people who wanted to buy some stuff from me. Or maybe the French guy wanted to come back to finish the job. I didn't care. I stood up on my feet and stood up, put my hands in the pocket of my hoodie. "If you 'er here to buy something, come out. If you're here to kill me...well...than lets just get this over with."

The sound of my name flowing through the strangers lips, or whatever it was that was under the hood, caught my attention like prey hearing its predator. I propped myself on my hands, leading me to stand on my feet. The figure was just as hooded as I was, even more so, since his/her face was hidden in the shade of darkness. I tilted my head. "Who are you, and what do you want?" I may have came off more defensive than I had intentionally wanted. I remained calm, hands in the pocket of my hoodie, unsure of the person in front of me.

I tilted my head. Something wasn't right . I stared at the branches of red veins on the hooded figures hand. Killing my rivals was never my thing. I never cared what they did. But something beyond life itself was going on. I was driven by full intrigue to put my hand into the hand of the hooded figure. I didn't understand what was going on. But I accepted anyways. Tlit was unlike me, for this was a contract I signed and not read. But I placed my hand into the hooded figure's anyway.