SciKick
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I couldn't move. Each confident step I took towards Ailion's dying savior was not my own, and every movement made me feel like a hostage in my own body. While an easy smirk crossed my lips, internally I was screaming for our hero to run.

But there was nowhere to go. He couldn't walk, much less fight.

I kneeled down and forced his eyes to meet my own. Disgust. Hatred. His body language radiated defiance.

"This won't end well for you," I spoke, a foreign grin taking over my expression.

Even through his evident pain, the hero managed a glare in response.

"How inspirational. Let's see how long your little rebellion lasts, hmm?"

Swiftly delivering a blow to his face, he fell backwards, only to shakily catch himself with his hands. Slowly recovering, he brought his gaze back to my own, an unmistakable resilience in his eyes.

So I continued. Again, and again, the savior took the crippling hits until he fell motionless onto the unforgiving ground.

Only then could I suddenly move myself again. I stared in horror at my blood-soaked hands and the dead hero who lay in front of me.

What had I done?

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Even through the the deadline is rather soon, I would like to challenge LlynWildr mehibby star-people AquaStar4611 TheCullensForever basicallybreec seattlerae256 and MulanJiang to try this out :)