[ WP ] A loved and respected hero discovers something that leads him to become a morally questionable antihero .

I shoot him between the eyes. Scarlet sprays into the air, and his brains spill from his shattered skull to the floor. As he dies I remember all the moments that have led up to this. I remember the day My world shattered, and the day I was reborn. I am no hero. 
 
 I was soft before. I was just a man. I am something more now. I do not serve the law. I do not serve the people What is the law if it does not serve justice? What are the people if they do not bow to the greater good? 
 
 I was soft that day before He found my wife. I was soft before he tortured her, raped her, left her for dead. I was soft the day before they found my address killed my wife, and cut my sons throat. 
 
 I was soft the day before my wife died in my arms. 
 
 I was soft. 
 
 I killed my first man the next day, and as his crime stained blood splashed up my arms, I felt peace. 
 
 I can rip a man in half using my mind. But I've grown to love a gun. And so as I shoot Him in the face and the scarlet splashes through the air, I hope that my wife's screams will finally fall silent. 
 
 But I doubt it.
