Heroes Eventually Die

All around us lay the tattered and bloody bodies of the people closest to him. "It's okay," I whispered as I cradled his limp body in my arms.
          "This was bound to happen, there was nothing you could do, it was only a matter of time…" He seemed to be dazed, locked in a trance, another world... completely separate from reality. But really, who wouldn't be?
          I wouldn't be surprised if he died in my arms from the trauma, but he wouldn't, I made sure he wouldn't. I refuse to let him come this far and die because of his own insufferable emotions.  My shoulder was wet from the tears he'd shed, I couldn't see the look on his face but I knew I wouldn't want to…

          His body began to quiver ever so slightly, and I could feel his throat against me try to form a sentence but all that came out was an unintelligible painful croak. His quiver became a shiver and after a while violent shaking. I held on to him for dear life and stroked his back as I hugged him. "It's okay," I repeated.
          He buried his face into the crook of my neck and my hands fell through his soft brown hair. I felt sorry for him, I truly did, but something deep inside of me was abuzz.
This was bliss! Is so many ways…
          He slowly raised his head from my neck to my ear and I could feel his warm strangled breath against my ear. He desperately tried to form a sentence, a word, something.
He could not.
          All that came out was lifeless sighs. Something inside him died, I could tell. I resisted throwing my head back in ecstasy and giggling into the sky.
Oh! How I resisted!
          Somewhere between quelling my ecstasy I failed to notice he had stopped shaking.
Did he die? No…
          I moved to unembrace him and I looked into his eyes…
They were pitch black…

          A sinking feeling developed in the pit of my stomach. What was it? Fear? No… couldn't be… But something about his eyes unnerved me. There were no pupils or whites, just darkness.
Then his beautiful angelic wings slowly began to grow corrupted. From his body to the tip they began to turn midnight as if a blot of ink had spilled on them and they were slowly being ruined. Until I was engulfed in midnight. It was cold… the air, suddenly.
         I held him at arm's length and gave him a thorough examination, eyes still black, body limp. He seemed to be unconscious; he was not in control of his body. Then his body heaved a final quake and his entire frame convulsed. This shake was different though, it came from his heart, as if he was being resuscitated.  He no longer seemed unconscious; there was something conscious in him now, a light in those eyes. But I could tell he wasn't himself. Something was very wrong…
        As if he could read my thoughts he smiled, a crooked and malicious one.

I was violently thrown from him and across the ground at impossible speeds by god knows what. Black mist curled across the ground, it came from nowhere. My body skipped across the ground like a stone in a pond, each rock cutting into me, but there was no serious damage. What the hell happened?

I stood up and saw a large imposing shadow cast across the ground, I looked skyward and saw before me a black angel of death. It was terrifying! But at the same time the most beautifully twisted creature ever. I had done it! I succeeded! I had turned him into something as black as me. I've tainted an incorruptible object, the hero, the do-gooder. I made him my dog, my bitch. This was by far the crowning jewel of all my work.

His ebony wings blotted out the light of the moon and cast a shadow across the world, his bloodlust was palpable, I could feel it, sense it, it was in every molecule of the air. He hated me, perhaps more than humanly possible.
        The Kingdom – gifts from his parents – a crystal necklace and bracelet shone against his black aura. They wanted to seal or transform him back but he was long past the point of no return. With one fluid motion he removed them both. They shined in his palm like miniature suns. He closed his fist and extinguished the light, I heard a crack like broken glass and they were no more. Their lights faded.
        His fist erupted in a black fiery aura, his sword materialized before him with a wink of light; his hand clasped around it and corrupted it too.  The darkness morphed the brilliant sword into a thin black blade.
I had no time to marvel at the sight.
        He was gone, no longer blotting out the moons rays but before me, millimeters. I could feel the sword embedded inside my stomach. It was a sensation like no other, not cold like a normal blade. As a matter of fact I couldn't feel the blade at all. Just a horrible sickening feeling exuded from it. I wanted to vomit… when did he though…?
He was so fast; no… that wasn't a fair word. There wasn't a word, no one could move that fast…
Not even me.
        I pushed away and fell to the ground, black blood sprinkling the dirt. Damn him, what had he done? This wasn't poison, it was much worse; it diminished my healing ability and left me with a sickly burning sensation in my stomach.
       He just stood above me, eyeing me without compassion. He's seriously going to kill me…

I had to get away...