It's cold. Not just because of the snow, which is slowly turning pink because of the blood which is steadily falling in drops, but because of the atmosphere. You're locking eyes. They from the ground, too weak to stand up, weaker than you have ever seen them. You, standing straight, mighty, and feeling a little dizzy because it just feels so good finally having things your turn.
"Please... J- Just why..." they attempt to stand up, and fail yet again.
You snort at the pathetic sight, but there is no sign of amusement in your eyes. No, they are dark and clearly show your intend. Good thing it's night, you want to play with them a little and they should believe they have a chance of getting out alive.
"Why?! I'll tell you why!" You begin to rant about how they have lied to you. How they messed with your mind, making you believe that people like you are considered 'villains' and that you have to change yourself to be good.
You come to an end, and bow down to them. They look at you, eyes full of fear and body shaking because of the cold, and the blood loss.
"I may be different, but I'm not a villain."
You whisper in their ear, smiling with delight as you see the goosebumps spreading. Your smile goes wider, your eyes are gleaming with anticipation of what will come next. You've waited for this for so long.
"I am an anti-hero, and as such it is my duty to kill the bad guys."
A slicing sound, and it is quiet.
Satisfied, you turn around and leave.
The snow is no longer pink or white.
It's blood red.