Even Heroes Have The Right To Bleed Novels & Stories

Keeping my head down, I couldn’t muster the courage to watch the news. As a distraction, I stirred my cup of latte. The blend of the creamy aroma and the bitterness of the coffee roast was much like the turmoil in my mind. Pulling myself together, I told myself that I had started a new life. The past should not hold me down.

In their hands they held silver blocks. "The story must be clean " the Revisionists said together. Their voices had no feeling. "The characters are out of order. Go back to the ink." Benson raised his weapon. Fired a stream of black ink. It hit the leader of the suits. The man’s white suit turned into a mess of scribbles. Then he fell down like a pile of waste paper. "Maya get down!" Julian grabbed her arm. Pulled her behind a metal box. The battle was fast and scary. It was not like a fight. When a soldier was hit by a block his arm or leg would just disappear. It left a shape where the arm used to be. The soldiers screamed as they watched parts of their bodies vanish into the air.

“Listen to me, okay? What happened back then, whatever you remember or think you remember, none of it was your fault. You were a little kid. You didn’t do anything wrong.” “But Miles—” “Miles made a mistake,” I say carefully. “A really big mistake. But that was his mistake, not yours. Not mine. Not Mara’s. His.” Jonah looks down at his drawing again, his finger still tracing those dark lines. “Do you think about it a lot?” I ask gently. Another shrug.

Murphy pulled back instantly from her, holding her hand gently and taking it off from her face, her eyes held tenaciously while locking her gaze at her, speaking rigidly in a loud voice, "THERE IS NO ELYSIUM FOR THOSE WHO DIE COWARDLY! NO ELYSIUM FOR US EVEN! IT'S FOR HEROES! WHO DEFY THEIR FATES, AND DON'T SURRENDER! IT'S NOT FOR COWARDS LIKE YOU AND ME!".

Now he was my only support who could show me the light out of this hideous place. "W-w-who are you?" I stuttered, looking at him. "I'm the last person alive in this place, Anderson Parkmerg. Except for me, she killed all of them in her heart-wrenching game." With that clever glance, he smirked at me and asked. "Aren't you curious to know about this place?" I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin.

They should have. A tremendous burden lifted off his chest when he thought of how Mija always helped the helpless. If there was any other way..... He pressed the heel of his palms, massaging his eyes. There wasn't. Noah was cornering him. Succeeding at it. Why must evil be perfect? Why can't evil be the martyr? Only one of them was going to live. Whoever dies, becomes the hero. The one surviving, let's just say all bets are off.

“Because he’s beside me. Because we’re one. And I used his body to kill them. The souls go through him into me. It won’t always feel like this. I promise.” Just as she finishes, the last of it passes. Caden exhales, body collapsing forward as if the weight lifts at once. Ben rushes forward with a blanket, draping it over him. Caden wraps it around himself, then looks up at me and Drake. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “I’m okay.” I nod and rise, scanning the crowd. The warrior who was killed is now covered in a white cloth. His family weeps quietly over him, arms clinging to each other for support.

When I'm when I come to, I'm covered in blood. My whole body hurts. Every breath is pain. Every movement is agony. And I can barely move at all. They did something right though. Because this time when I resurface from the darkness, the blood on me is my own. I haven't been able to attack or kill anyone else. I'm the only one suffering here. My superhero powers as they'd like to put them, have been disabled, leaving me on the verge of death.

His head hit the metal with a dull thunk. His hands flailed, trying to grab my wrist, but I held firm. “You’re a coward,” I hissed. “You didn’t just betray him. You turned your back on blood for power you never deserved.” He snarled, trying to fight back. “You think this ends with me? You think killing me fixes this? There are more, Alex. More than you know. You’re swimming in a sea of sharks, and they’ve been waiting for you to bleed.”