TF: This is just something I thought up of and decided to submit. Please review, I hate not knowing how to improve my future stories. These are simply the thoughts of why they do what they do. I wrote it so that you can read it as any character and it'll fit. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: It's not mine (they're forcing me to say that, but we all know the truth)
Pain, all people in this world have it. In different forms, at different times, for different reasons, but we all have it. People see pain in two lights: emotional pain, and physical pain.
Debates about which is worse is heated and has no answer, because it's like comparing the taste of an apple to a watermelon. There isn't one that's worse or better than the other, it's just there in different ways for different people..
What most people don't know is another kind of pain. The kind of pain where you see a broken child, when you look at there hollow eyes where there should be life. When you see lives shattered and people torn. The pain you imagine when you see monsters, when you know what they did. When you see them laugh and gain pleasure from what they did. When you see them get off, and you imagine their next victim, because there will be another. You know, and you know that their world is about to shatter, and you can do nothing about it.
Everyday I feel that pain, every night I remember that pain. The next morning I get ready to deal with that pain all over again. People look at us, and they ask why? Why do you do this? Why do you watch these horrors, and dive deeper into them? Why are you fighting when you know there'll just be another to replace the monster you put away?
My answer is simple. I see these bodies broken and defiled, I see their lives in hell, and I see the pain that'll never fully go away. How could I turn my back? How could I let the person who did this get away? Someone has to do this job; someone has to stand up for these people. I've decided it's going to be me. Because, If I don't help them… Who will?