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Life…
The rain seemed endless. Each step he took echoed. They all stood there, cheering his name. Cursing my name, cursing my existence. He smirked as he watched me, he laughed as he thinks of how he broke me. How he used me, how he outsmarted me. They’re his puppets now, his sheep. He was never a wolf in sheep clothing, he was just the monster among us. We spent years together, we bleed together, cried together and died together.
Dreams…
Was this my dream? Was this the end result of a naïve child? I wanted to save the world, to fix it. I thought I could, could be this world Superman. Pain shot through my body, the suit kept my spine from breaking. I thought it was our dream, our dream to come together. To show this world, that even though we was different. We could protect it. His fist cracked my helmet as he punched me, I could feel my brain smashing against my skull. Red light flash in my helmet as it warns me that I’m getting close to the point of no return. As he punches me into the wall, I realize I’ve lived in that point all my life.
Hope…
That was the only thing we had. Hope, hope that we could make a different. To show them, that our powers. Could be used for justice. I remember her face, the first person I saved. The hope in her eye that she was saved, that someone would protect her for days to pass. Blood flowed from my lip like a broken pipe. Laying in a pool of blood, sweat and broken dreams I was left to wonder. Where did my hope go?
“Tell me, Carl. Where do they come from? And where do they go? Don’t you understand, protecting them, saving them, allow them to have such dreams and hope. Allowing them to live their…life’s. Such things are meaningless. Together…we can save them. Fix them. Together. We…will save them all.”
His idea of saving them is to kill off half of the population, to start over.. To act as judge, jury and executioner. And they follow him, because to them. His right. Because his a mastermind, he had us all fool. Since day one, since….day one. As time slows to a crawl it gives me enough time to reflect. Reflect on my life…and how I allowed him to win.
My name is the Patriot…and I have failed you.
The rain seemed endless. Each step he took echoed. They all stood there, cheering his name. Cursing my name, cursing my existence. He smirked as he watched me, he laughed as he thinks of how he broke me. How he used me, how he outsmarted me. They’re his puppets now, his sheep. He was never a wolf in sheep clothing, he was just the monster among us. We spent years together, we bleed together, cried together and died together.
Dreams…
Was this my dream? Was this the end result of a naïve child? I wanted to save the world, to fix it. I thought I could, could be this world Superman. Pain shot through my body, the suit kept my spine from breaking. I thought it was our dream, our dream to come together. To show this world, that even though we was different. We could protect it. His fist cracked my helmet as he punched me, I could feel my brain smashing against my skull. Red light flash in my helmet as it warns me that I’m getting close to the point of no return. As he punches me into the wall, I realize I’ve lived in that point all my life.
Hope…
That was the only thing we had. Hope, hope that we could make a different. To show them, that our powers. Could be used for justice. I remember her face, the first person I saved. The hope in her eye that she was saved, that someone would protect her for days to pass. Blood flowed from my lip like a broken pipe. Laying in a pool of blood, sweat and broken dreams I was left to wonder. Where did my hope go?
“Tell me, Carl. Where do they come from? And where do they go? Don’t you understand, protecting them, saving them, allow them to have such dreams and hope. Allowing them to live their…life’s. Such things are meaningless. Together…we can save them. Fix them. Together. We…will save them all.”
His idea of saving them is to kill off half of the population, to start over.. To act as judge, jury and executioner. And they follow him, because to them. His right. Because his a mastermind, he had us all fool. Since day one, since….day one. As time slows to a crawl it gives me enough time to reflect. Reflect on my life…and how I allowed him to win.
My name is the Patriot…and I have failed you.
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So this is the opening for my hero-base story idea The Patriot. I've always loved stories like this, where the hero have to reflect on his pass, on his mistakes.
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You should go back and edit for errors once more.
I actually like the way you broke it apart and the story was a good read
I actually like the way you broke it apart and the story was a good read