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They say a Hero is the good guy.

Screams echoed throughout the field, awful screams that can only leave your throat when thrashing in the grip of Death. Raw and endless, filled with pain. Pain you could not dream of in your worst nightmares.

Someone with perfect morals, and kindness, and empathy.

Blood pooled on the ground, next to the pile of flesh stripped from the bones of her extremities. I looked into her eyes and saw nothing that resembled human. Just an animal desperate to escape.

A Hero sees someone in need and, no matter what, they stop what they are doing to help them.

If she could speak I'm sure she would plead with me to save her.

A Hero sacrifices their own needs for others.

I sneer as I look away from her pitiful face, right into eyes the color of rubies, and I smirk.

So...why do they call me a Hero?