The hero pinched the bridge of the glasses on his face. Their fingers bearly brushed his nose, sending shivers down his spine. His vision blurred as the hero pulled the glasses back.

"My glasses," He mumbled, too tired to reach for them. He was immobilized, sprawled on the floor of the bunker like a dead man. He was a dead man.

"Don't worry. I'm sending them to your precious villain," She hummed, sliding his glasses into a case. Anxiety twisted in his stomach.

"He was right about you. You're just an over glorified vigilante in spandex," He spat. The hero stopped and turned to him. He wished she could see her face, but it was just a fleshy blur and a smear of red at her mouth. 

"And you are just an insignificant little sidekick. A casualty of war," Her boots clicking closer to his face, "And no one cares what your precious villain thinks, not if I'm the media's hero." She nudged his hand with the toes of her boot as if he were a garbage bag. 

"Beg me to break your hand," She commanded. 

"What?" The sidekick squeaked weakly, not wasting any energy on turning to face her.

"Beg and all is forgiven. You can join me," She repeated. The sidekick clenched his hand, one of the few things he could still do. The tip of her heel pinned it to the floor.

"No," He choked. The hero pressed her toe harder. Pain shot up his arm. He struggled to keep his face neutral. Suddenly she lifted her foot.

He braced for her to step on his face, to break his hand, or crush his fingers under her heel, but she paused. The stillness of the room only made him more nervous. Suddenly, her face was right next to his. Her breath in his ear made him squirm.

"You are going to die down here. Alone. We'll see how fast you beg me for forgiveness when you experience the reality of war,"  She whispered. The sidekick felt his face pale. He wished he wouldn't give her that satisfaction. Knowing she scared him.

He hard her boots scrape the floor. They clicked away. Farther and farther down the hall until it was just him. Him and his thoughts, and that scared him more than she did.

Sometimes I feel like these little authors notes take off the impact of an ending unless they are executed correctly which I, unlike my friends, seem to be very bad at. Just saying that I love the protagonist vs. antagonist theme, so sorry if that gets a bit repetitive.  Yeah. That's it. I'll see you later. Jesus, that was a bad end.