Fate or Whatever

I stand holding my bruised hand to my chest, but it doesn’t hurt as bad as the bullet wound in my side. Being a villain always has it’s ups and downs.

Yes, I am a villian.

Don’t worry, I won’t try to drag any sympathy out of you. That’s not why I’m here. I just want you to know what happens when the villain and the hero are best friends. And what happens when the hero finally defeats the villain.

I had always known this would happen. From the very day I met Knox, I knew he would end up being the hero and I would end up a villian.

You don’t get to decide things like this for yourself, it’s all up to fate or whatever

Anyways, fate decided on my eighteenth birthday to grant me with the power of manipulation and that is a villain power, so I had no choice but to accept my future of valliany.

Knox on the other hand, got the power of telepathy. That is apparently one of the hero powers, so my best friend became my sworn enemy from that day on.

Figures.

Anyways, back to the story at hand.

So here I am, holding my wounded hand in an attempt to manipulate my own body into forgetting the wound on my side. Manipulating myself has always been a harder feat than convincing someone else that they don’t actually want to kill me.

In case you were wondering, yes, I got the wound from Knoz. Actually no, some random hero shot me from his window somewhere behind me, but Knox had telepathically told the guy to do it, so yeah... It’s Knox’s fault I can barely breathe.

The hero of our story is actually standing in front of me, a few feet away so I can’t manipulate him. He looks slightly worried, which is both annoying (because it’s such a hero thing), and comforting because, hey, it’s nice knowing your child-hood friend still cares, you know?

I glance at my side, trying to decide if I should move closer and manipulate the guy, or just lunge at him with my nails. Oh yeah, they are really short. Okay so maybe not that.

I look up and link eyes with Knox, wondering when it got this bad. When did two young boys who used to play cops and robbers together (I was always the cop because even at the age of ten we both knew I would end up being picked by fate as a villian), become such enemies that we literally try to kill each other on sight?

He finally breaks the eye contact and it hurts.

Worse than the gashes on my face and the hole in my side.

Worse than anything I have ever felt in my whole twenty years of life.

Worse than the hopelessness I felt on my eighteenth birthday when I got chosen as a villian.

Something in me snaps because I realize suddenly that this is wrong. Every time we have fought, I could have easily beat him, but I didn’t. Because I didn’t want to lose my best friend.

But when Knox evades my gaze, I realize I am losing him. This is killing us both even if we are still breathing fine (well I’m not, but anyways).

Sure, fate told me that I am the villain of this story, but if I’m a villian, I get to do things that heroes would never do. And right now, I’m going to stop listening to fate.

No one gets to tell me what to do. Not even the very thing that gave me this stupid power that is supposedly “villianous”.

So I growl low in my throat and then fall to the ground to get Knox’s attention. I try to act hurt, which isn’t hard considering my circumstance, and it does the trick. Knox immediatly moves to my side, worry in his eyes as he finally gazes into mine again.

I continue acting hurt until he is close enough to touch me and then I whisper, “Don’t look away again. I’m done being the villain, and I am not manipulating you so don’t even think about shooting me again.”

Knox doesn’t even look surprised, just nods, a relieved look in his eyes. And then he pretends to act like I’m dying and he won and is being all chivalrous by taking me to the hospital.

Like any good hero would.

I could get used to this. Pretending to fight him and being a good little villian like fate expects. Just like old times. Just like cops and robbers.

Fuck you fate, or whatever you are.