Nobody asks you about your motives when they calculate what the outcome of your actions will be. No one dares to think that a villain isn't a one-dimensional character, who is plain evil, nothing more. They, those so-called heroes, believe that there is no seasoning to life. That one person can only be one thing - good or evil. But in between white and black, there are 254 shades of grey in between them.

I watch as they have a moment of celebration. They've got me cornered. They are fools for thinking that I have lost, I could always one-up them, out smart them and show them that I could escape. Maybe if I act as though I've been defeated... they'll give me a chance to get redemption.

But when he started talking I realised that wouldn't be what was going to happen.

"Don't you get it? A villain never wins because you care about no one but yourself! I pity you. Really. For not knowing the power of love, friendship, goodness. It's a shame. I wish you'd not be so caught up in your wrong doings and gave a chance to friendship. And now we've got you cornered. You lost. The days of you bringing terror are over."

And so I find out that I will never be forgiven. I stood there acting defeated like a fool and now I was. I watch as he approaches me in that torn up blue t-shirt, his messed up hair and eyes like flames, the bruise on his cheek from our last encounter.

"You can not be trusted." he said as I felt like I was about to self implode. He had his sword raised. "You've hurt so many people, I can't risk you getting out of here and causing more suffering. We've lost many great people because of you... I wish it hadn't come to this." 

And his sword cut through to my heart. As my heart of stone crumbled I muttered my last words: A villain never wins. And I close my eyes forever, not being able to have them bow down before me. Not being able to have filled the gap in my soul my parents made when they told me I wasn't enough. Not being able to avenge my beloved's death. 

A villain never wins.