The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Alone in the Darkness
A/N: Once again, I feel obligated to provide a warning for the contents of this chapter. It contains dark and graphic themes. Reader discretion is advised.
The Sunpurge shivered, sending waves of agony through my body. In response to \ the excruciating pain, my eyes shot open, and I distantly heard myself screaming. The abrupt awakening left me bleary-eyed, my mind in chaos. My wrists ached, and an unfamiliar weight hung about my neck. As my vision cleared, the blurred colors sharpened into an unfamiliar face, barely an inch from mine.
The man's eyes were bloodshot and sharp, twisted with hatred, and illuminated by a dying candle on the other side of the room The man's hot breath flew in my face, choking me with its stench. He was wrinkled and mature, with flecks of white staining his gray hair.
"You're finally awake," he snarled, removing his hand from my shoulder.