I charge in and slash down at his neck.
He just stands there, not moving.
I feel a sudden jolt run through my blade and up my arm.
No way, he just blocked my sword with a scalpel.
He jabs the scalpel towards my face leaving a thin stream of blood on my cheek.
I leap back to avoid his follow up attack.
He slowly begins to pace forwards with all the confidence in the world.
I can't move my body.
I feel bile rise up my throat before swallowing it back down.
What the hell kind of monster is he.
He brings the scalpel up and prepares another strike.
I barely manage to find the strength to move my body before he attacks.
I block the slash and get thrown to the side like a ragdoll.
This is without a doubt the most one sided fight I've ever been in.
I managed to get to my knees before coughing blood and falling down again. Sweat was mixing with blood and dripping down my face soaking into the dirt.
"It seems you need some more motivation. How's this?"
Just then the stadium lights up with blue flames, except they don't give off any heat. No as a matter of fact, they're cold.
This is Magiya's frozen flame.
I bring myself to my feet, a crazed look in my eyes.
I feel the colour fade from the world and silence envelope. The stadium all this time has smelled of blood and sweat, but right now it's odourless.
I feel blood dripping out of my eyes and nose and running down my hands.
The bright scarlet red stood out in this colourless world, clashing with the pale blue of Amon's stolen flames.
I charge blindly towards Amon and slice down towards his neck.
My blade clashed with his scalpel and sliced it apart.
A slight smile appears on his face for a brief moment before returning to his usual blank expression.
My blade gets closer to his neck before stopping just centimetres away, frozen by the flames.
They're cold, so very cold, it feels as if my very bones are being frozen.
I remain frozen in position while Amon throws away his broken scalpel.
He brings out the scythe he use against Edgar and spins it a few times in his hand before smashing the blunt end into me and I go flying away like a ragdoll again.
My senses return and a huge wave of exhaustion washes over me like a tidal wave.
I feel the world slowly fading to black.
Like hell I'm letting it end like this. This guys a monster, he may be somewhat of a friend, but he doesn't care about innocent people, even if it hurts I have to end this now. What kind of hero lets someone like that go, even if it's their friend.
I drag myself to my feet and move as fast as I can towards Amon, only managing a few steps before falling down again.
I drag myself back to my feet, only to fall after one step. Only this time, I'm caught by Amon.
"It's over you lost."
I hate to admit it, but it was an utter defeat on my end.
I pass out and everything fades to black.
(POV Change)
What the hell is this, why am I stood in an empty white void.
"Hello there."
Amon's voice sounds from behind me.
"What's going on? Where are we?"
"So uncivilised. Anyway, this place is your mind. I'm simply manipulating it to speak to you in private whilst your unconscious because I have a question to ask you. Why do you want to be a hero so badly?"
Why do I want to be a hero? Obviously it's to protect the weak and bring justice to people who'd bring harm to other people.
"To protect people."
"No, I don't think it is. See, when I read your thoughts and memories, I saw everything your family did to you, the treatment they gave you simply because you couldn't use magic. I think the reason you want to be a hero isn't because you want to protect people, you want them to validate you, to need you, because that's something you've never felt before."
"If you can read minds my did you need to do all this? Is it just to taunt me?"
"I can read minds, Leon, that doesn't mean I can understand them."
What is he saying? He doesn't understand why I'd want to protect people?
"That's exactly what I'm saying. Here, allow me to tell you a story about a boy who lived in a city called Manchester. His father was an abusive paedophile, he had an older sister who killed herself because of him, and a younger sister who died from a heart disease. His mother died giving birth to the younger sister so the father's 'toy factory' had been broken. The father wasn't stupid, he knew if he stole a kid it'll be game over for him. So, he turned his attention to the son, he used him as a sexual outlet after his sisters had both died. He later had a heart attack and died, and the boy was taken away. He had no family or friends, but he got adopted, a happy ending right? No, he was so badly broken by his father he locked himself away, and to make matters worse his new family basically acted like he didn't exist and damn near everyone else ostracised him or abused him. Then when he was seventeen he also suffered a fatal heart attack, he was reincarnated in a different world as a prince and he rapidly gained unimaginable power. Tell me do you know what kind of monster that would create?"
Is he... talking about himself?
"That's right, Leon, the boy from the story, is me."
"You suffered through all of that, and you didn't think to try and help others who are also suffering?! Why?! You have all this power, and you waste it on yourself!"
"Leon, when you throw a stone into the ocean there's no telling how deep it goes. When it lands in the shallows a hero is born with a self-righteous attitude and they expect everyone else who's suffered to do the same, simply because they think they went through hell. When the stone goes into the deeper water, you get the villains, the people who want to hit back, make someone else suffer with them. But when that stone goes into the deepest waters you get someone like me, who just doesn't care anymore. Those are the people who've really suffered, just as I have."
"Still, if a stone is thrown in the ocean, the current can carry it back."
"Yes, but it'll be eroded along the way. That stone will never be whole again. Leon, your stone landed in the shallows, mine got thrown out too deep and it'll never come back again."
"No, you're wrong, the heroes aren't the ones whose stone lands in the shallows, they're the ones who throw the stone and no matter where it lands, they smile and try to protect everyone else and make them feel better despite everything they've been through."
Amon smiles faintly.
"Then we'll just have to agree to disagree."
The empty white void fades away and turns to a deep black nothingness.