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I, the villain in this story, have one great love. He is the light of my life. He is my everything. My moon and stars, my sun, my happiness on the hard days. For I am just a man, and he is just a man, and together we have built something good. But... I am demonized, as my efforts, everything I do, I operate in the moral gray area. I protect those whom I care for, and go about helping in my own way. I and my love... we keep to ourselves, we go about helping in our own ways. The corrupt police department, with it's slaughtered members, my doing. Those men and women were the worst kind. They did not deserve their positions, and no one was doing anything about it. I murdered them, yes, but only because they refused to change their ways. Only because they refused to stop harming those that they found to be below them, those of a different race or social standing. They brutalized the homeless, the weak, everyone whom did not fall to their knees immediately upon being ordered. One of them shot a wheelchair-bound man, for not complying and getting on his knees. But how could he? He did not have knees to get down onto.
This is unacceptable to Ronin, my city's hero. Himself and his love, Callie, they are revered. Celebrated. They help as much as they can. Charities, stopping crime, everyone's favorite golden boy. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a good build. All the women in the city pined over him, but he had eyes only for Callie. And she is beautiful too. Stark black hair, alluring green eyes, a dazzling smile. They, together, wooed all of my city, capturing the hearts of hundreds of thousands of residents.
I, however, have not. I care not for the moral standings of most, nor their religions. I do not brutalize those weaker than me, I just don't have the money to buy houses for the homeless, you see. Not like Ronin and Callie. My help is much simpler. I help old women across the street, pull people from car wrecks that Ronin and Callie do not attend to. Why do the hero and his love not attend to these, you may ask? Well, because they like the spotlight. If they aren't getting credit and publicity for it, they won't do it. A wretched way to live, in my opinion, but I digress. You are not here for the backstory. Just know... Jackson was my greatest love. My everything. I am sorry, my love, for I could not protect you. This is my last remembrance.
I watched him, Ronin, take Jackson's life, because Jackson was trying to stop him from "helping" a homeless man. For publicity, of course. Ronin was being far too rough with the man, who had fallen from his wheelchair. Myself and Jackson, we knew this man, his name is Jamie. Jamie has a connective tissue disorder, and Ronin had already dislocated his shoulder. Ronin declared that I and Jackson had wreaked too much havoc on "his" city, and that, in order to stop me, he would stop Jackson.
I was merely a hundred feet away, and I watched. I couldn't get there in time. There was nothing that I could do. Ronin, with all his superior strength and powers, wrenched Jackson's head from his shoulders. I watched my love's headless body slump to the ground, Jackson didn't even get the chance to speak, to defend himself, to explain. the gathered crowd gasped, and then started to scream at Ronin as he tossed Jackson's head into the street... where it was run over by a car. I screamed, I fell to my knees, I cried for him. I watched as Ronin kicked his lifeless, headless body, as Callie screamed at him and reporters' cameras flashed. I struggled to my feet, staggered over to my great love's body, and cradled him. I wished for the world to collapse around me, for Jackson's death to be undone, sobbing against his now blood-coated chest.
I pleaded, my voice less than a whisper, for whatever power out there to bring him back to me. I wished and hoped, but it was fruitless. My love was gone. My reason for living, my husband. Gone, at the hands of Ronin. He had managed to settle Jamie into his wheelchair again, by this point, having wrenched his arm from its socket. I screamed at him that he was a monster, that he was worthless, that he was scum, that he had murdered my husband. He told me... to go and take a swan dive off a roof. Callie removed her ring from her finger and threw it at Ronin, then stormed off, the reporters left in her wake. Everyone around was disgusted by Ronin's actions, his fame and record with the city now ruined. Everyone hates him now, for his arrogance, for his brutality, for everything they once thought was good about him.
I have always hated Ronin, but never more than in this moment. He murdered my love, my husband, my everything. He destroyed everything I was holding on for. His life is ruined, but my life is over. And as I take my final breaths, I know the only thing on my mind will be Jackson. I hope that my body is not inconvenient for whomever finds me, if anyone finds me. Not many care about me. To whoever reads this, my last writing, I wish you well. Please call the authorities and the coroner, do not attempt to deal with me yourself. I do not want a regular citizen to have to see what I am going to do to myself. This world has been cruel, but never so cruel like this. Do not feel bad for me... I am joining Jackson in the afterlife. Together in death, we will find solace, we will find peace. Ronin will attempt to celebrate my death, and I do not care. All I want is to be buried next to Jackson. Place me six feet deep, I already own the cemetery plot. Use what money I have left to buy me a simple headstone and a simple wooden caskett, and lay me to rest. Goodbye.