[ WP ] You are an evil supervillain who is suddenly having a crisis of conscience .

At first they called her All-American Girl, before the hero she modeled herself after – the original All-American – disappeared. He was a hulk of a man, if I ever saw one, and there was never a terror he wouldn ’ t face without his fists. It used to be that he ’ d charge into battle and dominate the field. This girl ’ s not on his level but she carries her own strength. Even now, as she faces down twelve of my men, she doesn ’ t blink an eye – even though I know it must be hard for her. My men are some of the most elite you ’ ll ever meet, having come from various backgrounds of ex-militia, mercenary work or a mixture of both. She ’ s not doing that well, if I have to be honest. It probably doesn ’ t help that there are cameras on her, broadcasting this to the public at large. I ’ m looking at my cell phone and I know that this is going viral as we speak. 
 
 All-American is a pretty good brawler but the men I ’ ve got are practically making mince-meat out of her. I don ’ t even think I ’ ll have to touch her. Once I ’ m done with this, I ’ m planning to fast-track my plan for national takeover. I ’ ve promised some politicians a few positions here and there to keep them mostly off my back. There ’ s some opposition in those circles too; the ones who want to do right by their country. They won ’ t last long. In a way, I think I ’ m fighting for the same thing she ’ s fighting for – but she ’ s going about it all wrong. What America needs is someone to tell it what to do and keep it strictly in line, not some freedom-fighting cheerleader who ’ s clearly too young to see how humans fuck up everything. Am I saying I ’ m better than most humans? Nah, I don ’ t think so – but individuality is part of the problem – this whole protection of people ’ s sense of self is just leading nowhere. What you need to do is force people into the same way of thinking, eliminate the differences and then you have the foundation for some actual peace. I ’ m not claiming to be an angel, but since I ’ m the only one doing anything about it, people are just gon na have to follow my lead. I ’ m making sure things happen for this country. 
 
 No one ’ s coming to help All-American. There are a lot of stronger superheroes out there, some with actual superpowers who would put up a better fight. Most of those superheroes are worries of the past, since I took them out. See? I have a plan. The only superheroes left really are the wannabes like All-American 2.0 or the ones who weren ’ t really much of heroes to begin with. 
 
 I look down at the battle and I ’ m disappointed. All-American has taken out a good fair share of my men. I should ’ ve known better than to underestimate her. She ’ s not that impressive but there ’ s a certain resilience to her that shouldn ’ t be undermined. I often do that when it comes to her, she exudes that kind of vibe. 
 
 Her costume is bloodied. As I descend a nearby staircase, I remained cloaked in shadows as I watch her attempt to take on five men at once. 
 
 “ Stop! ” I yell, pulling out a revolver. My bullet will hit right in between the eyes of All-American and I ’ m pretty sure of it. I ’ m a good shot. 
 
 “ Some men you are. Can ’ t even take out Taylor Swift playing dress up, ” I smirk. My men are annoyed, but I don ’ t care. Shame is a useful weapon when it comes to teaching and I can not afford to welcome the next do-gooder with a display like this. I might not be there to deal with the next one. 
 
 All-American flips towards me, I guess in some attempt to kick the gun out of my grip. I use my free hand to grab one of her legs and smack her into a nearby pillar. She cries out in agony as she hits the ground, but I grab her by the neck pressing her up to the pillar. 
 
 “ Why are you doing this? ” she asks, and a tear is actually streaming down her face. 
 
 “ For a better America. ” 
 
 “ You can ’ t honestly believe that, ” she says. “ You ’ re everything that America doesn ’ t stand for. Your whole manifesto is basically mind control, it ’ s taking away everything that makes a person an actual person. How can you even look yourself in the mirror and call yourself the Patriot? ” 
 
 That ’ s what I call myself: the Patriot. 
 
 “ How can you do it? We ’ re fighting for a better America, I ’ m fighting for my future. You can stop this, Patriot. They say you used to be good, that you used to be one of us. If you really were, you ’ d stop this now. You ’ d stop. ” 
 
 She ’ s right when she says I used to be one of them. She doesn ’ t know how right she is. 
 
 I press my gun to her temple. “ This is the only way America can have a future. This is the only way America can be a place of peace, a good place for the future. People like you, with your wild ideas of freedom and creativity will always be a threat to the norms of society. People like you will always be what ’ s wrong with America. People like you bring change that can not be regulated. What the world needs now is order – not your brand of do-gooder chaos. ” ’ 
 
 I used to share the same dream she did. I used to think that by fighting for freedom, I was doing America a favor. I used to be just as All-American as she says she is. I used to be just like her until a group of people cornered the love of my life on a lonely road on a winter night and took a slugger to his skull. I used to think that fighting for America meant something – until I saw that there will always be differences that create chaos. So I will forge a better America with my own hands. 
 
 I pull the trigger and rip off her mask. And the dream she has, the dream she thinks is worth something dies with her. 
 
 And as she dies, I look into her eyes and I recognize her green eyes, her blonde hair. A face I ’ ve seen a thousand times. Hayley Morris, my late fiancé ’ s younger sister. Once a promising MIT student, now a crime fighter. 
 
 I don ’ t remove my mask. I don ’ t let her know who I am. 
 
 I used to be All-American. I used to feel All-American. 
 
 Now I feel like no one. 
 

