Being a hero, things have changed.
The world is no longer black and white. I am good. I am bad. I save lives, I ruin lives. But I am who I am. No matter what blood is spilled on my hands. No matter how many lives I save.
"I could be the perfect human being and there would still be something wrong with me…"
No truer words have been spoken. All spoken from the lips of a thirteen year old boy, face painted with specks of blood from another, and a gasp dripping down his face. A small smile pulling back sadness even as the tears flow down his cheeks.
"I guess you'll have to take me to jail now," was all he said. But his earlier words still rang in my ears. I merely nodded my head feeling numb. My mask feeling tighter, constricting my air flow. He looked back at the gruesome mess of mangled limbs and pale corpses. He stood silently with a slight glazed look over his eyes while I tried to keep from throwing up.
"Well, we wouldn't want to keep the cops waiting would we Spidey?" he asked walking toward me. He stopped in front of me, blood stained face, hands, clothes and all. His eyes are all but broken. I used my webs to tie his hands together. He didn't even flinch. Just sighed in what sounded like relief.
"Why? Why did you do this?"
He blinked innocently before his eyes grew hard. He glanced back at the corpses.
"Why? I know why. That doesn't make it right."
I grabbed his shoulders and began walking him out of the alley.
"They were trying to protect the world. They were trying so hard. They were so willing to do anything. And I was so willing… so willing to not make my parent's sacrifice in vain. So willing to do what it would take to survive. Does that make me what my parents kept telling me I wasn't?"
"What did your parents tell you?"
"They would tell me I wasn't a monster. But a monster is hunted down. A monster lets their family die. A monster steals, lies and cheats. A monster has no morales. A monster does whatever it takes to win."
"You're not a monster," I say loud enough so he can hear me, "You're just a kid."
"A kid… a kid who can use creatures as an army. A kid who was born with evil inside him. A kid who is supposed to kill everyone," the child quietly cracked.
"You're not a monster. Trust me. I've seen real monsters."
Dark eyes looked up at me, unforgiving brown orbs of distrust and disbelief.
"Haven't you ever heard of the wolf in sheep's clothing?" he asked with a watery smile, black and white bangs covering his eyes and matting with the drying blood.
…Um… okay wow. I never thought I would write something like this. Review? I may add more I may not. I may add a prequel or sequel but only if people actually want to see more with this. I am not a dark person but when I sit to type most of the time my fingers write darker stories.