Evil. Evil. Evil.
Even now, after so long, the words ring fresh in my ears.
Who were they to pass judgment upon me?
Who was she to deem me as ruthless?
She with her boldness.
She with her threats.
She with her denials.
The others were to much of cowards to kill me. Scared of adding another name to the list.
But not her. No, she would have killed me that night.
She would have killed me if she'd had the chance.
Hundreds, if not thousands, died because of them.
They stood around crying and making excuses, as if that made it ok.
So who were they to call me a murderer?
Who was she to deem me as evil?
She with her temper.
She with her ruthlessness.
She with her blood stained hands.
But I guess that's just the way the cookie crumbles.
So I sit here on my island and wait.
I wait and plan.
I wait and seethe.
I wait for the day when I can show them what evil really means.
Evil. Evil. Evil.
The words still ring fresh in my ears.
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A/N: Sorry 'bout the last upload. Screwy computer. But hopefully this is the right fic. It had better be or I'm going to scream.