Bad Guy

Ch.1

My name is Rainus. And I am the villain in my own story. But that's okay. I know what must be done. I know that I'm no hero. I don't want to be. After all, the world needs a big bad guy. Just as they need the brave hero. I just so happened to be the former. I have a certain goal; one I won't let anyone get in the way of. I don't have a huge tragic backstory, no more than anyone else. I just am this way. That's all I'll say about it.

However, as a bad person, I'm all alone. It's better this way. There's no collateral damage. Though I may be 'evil', I won't let anyone die because of me. This is my fight and mine alone. I'm not going to drag anyone into my own problems. Especially since I know they will die. With all eyes on them, the heros can and will kill anyone who aligns with me. It's not like anyone would share my ambition anyway. They all believe so highly of the heros. Even the ones who only believe a bit, are too afraid of them to join me. As they should be.

I pace around my hideout. I need to come up with a new plan. All my others have failed, but I won't let that stop me. There HAS to be something I can do. I have to take the heros down, all of them. I can't trust any of them. If I leave even one alive, they'll just restart the program. They'll raise more heros and it will never end. No, it had to be everyone at once. I don't need any loose ends wondering around. If need be, I can find a way to take the power from every Spectre. That's what the regular people call us anyway. I'm not sure where the term came from.

I bite my thumb nail as I glance at my board. On it is all the information I have on the heros. Obviously, it doesn't have them all, certainly not the trainees. It only has some of the most known. The strongest and the ones with the most pull. It all starts with them. I've known that for a while. Whatever I do starts with them. With those people gone, the opinions of the lower rungs will sway in my favor. I don't care about defectors. I just want them to lose their nerve. To be afraid of me, even just a little. It'll help me in the long run. After all, it's nearly impossible to do anything with every hero out there looking for me.

I hear a sound behind me and turn slowly. I smile, though I'm not sure it's genuine. Perhaps I did lie a bit. I'm not one hundred percent alone. I have Agnes. She sits down, gazing at me with wisdom no wolf should ever have. For some reason, this little wolf saved my life a couple years back. I was severely injured by a hero. I stumbled my way into the woods before my legs gave out. She found me and brought me back to her den. It was just her. It seems either her pack had died or she left them. Instantly, I felt a connection. Two lone wolves, with the world against them. How could I not love her?

Yet every day I wonder if I should've left her there. All I'm doing is risking her life. She could get caught in the middle of fight. She could die. But when I look at her, I know I wouldn't have chosen different. She's my solace. Not that I could've kept her away. She follows me everywhere. And she knows me so well. She knows what I need when I need it.

"Smart girl," I whisper. "But I'm okay. For now." I pet her head gently. She clocks her head and squints at me. She could probably hear the shift in my heartbeat as I lied. I'm never okay. I can't remember the last time I didn't feel like this. So...confused. So angry. I'm always angry now. No, not just that. I'm positively furious. I clench my fists. None of this is fair. Nobody should have the right to declare themself a hero. Nobody else should be defaulted to the villain. Just because my views don't align with the heros, I'm an outcast. I'm labeled as evil and vile. And I've heard much worse. They don't understand.

"They'll never understand us, Agnes. They refuse to SEE! But they will one day. We'll take them down. ALL OF THEM. Then they'll know. Everyone will know." Agnes growls low in her throat, agreeing with me. After so long together, I can understand her even without words. I don't need the power to communicate with animals. We have such a strong bond now, we've transcended language.

Agnes stretches out, laying hee head on her paws by keeping an eye on me. I turn away, scrubbing my face with my hands. Those heros aren't any better than me. I'll prove it. We may be inhanced beings, but we're still human. They aren't superior. I AM.