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Villain

        The villain smiled. "You know, I had tried to be a hero . . . but there was the blood. The blood that dripped from my eyes into my mouth, and stained my hands from all the stab wounds and bullet holes in my chest. It spilled onto the floor from the words and cuts on my arms, legs, and stomach. . . And I thought, with all that blood, would a little more hurt? I mean no one cared about that blood in the first place so~... ya know you all know! It is kind of your fault after all... since you wouldn't help me," The villain started to chuckle, that chuckle turned into a cackling that could be heard from anywhere in the empty ruble filled street. They had snapped for the last time, it was the end, they were all sure of it.