10 years ago a so-called ‘hero’ killed the only family a young boy had. Throwing a car at their apartment building in a fight with an abominable, he killed a mother and injured her only son. The young boy, now a strong man, grimaced remembering how he laid there clutching his mother in his arms while she bled out and breathed in whispers. He remembered crying when the ‘Hero’ realized what had happened and tried to apologize, the young fragile boy who he once was, in the midst of his anger only glared.

“YOU’RE A DISGRACE!” He yelled

“WHAT KIND OF HERO KILLS INNOCENT BYSTANDERS?!”

The blood dripped down his face, merging smoothly with his tears as he shouted at the hero with no remorse.

“IF YOU CAN’T DO YOUR JOB RIGHT THEN DON’T DO IT AT ALL! LOOK AT HER! SHE’S DYING BECAUSE OF YOUR INCOMPETENCE! IT WOULD’VE BEEN BETTER IF IT WAS YOU!”

He sighed remembering the event, how was he supposed to know the hero was suicidal? That what he said would be the greatest hero in history’s last straw? Why was it his fault? He could think about this for hours and it would get him nowhere because he knew the truth was simple. Society needed someone to blame. As far as he was concerned the wimp threw himself off that building, he didn’t push him…..physically.

After what happened though people thought otherwise, he was named the ‘Hero killer’ and the backlash was huge.

“It’s your fault he’s dead!”

Is what they’d yell day after day with the same blinded hatred that he had when that ‘Hero’ tried to apologize, but now 10 years later everythings changed. The world is now under his control, he has become the monster that everyone wanted him to be and despite everything he sits on the throne. Lifting his chin, the memory of his mother flicks in his mind again.

“I did it ma, I won.”