Chris ran for her, cradling her in his arms.
His gun lowered to the ground.
He watched a trail of blood running down her forehead.
His senses fell back into place.
The clock ticked, painfully slowing down to the beats of his heart.
What had he become?
What had he done?
Blinded by revenge.
Weighed down by agony.
Traumatized by the past.
Turned into a villain.
That's what he was.
A villain.
Defeated.
Demented.
Soulless.
A villain.
When had he become a villain?
He wasn't born like this.
He was a good boy.
His mom had loved him.
His sister had looked up to him.
When had he become a monster?
This was wrong.
What was wrong?
What was right?
Who decided that?
He wasn't born a villain.
This cruel world had shaped him into one.
This life had tested him.