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

`` I finally got you! After years and years of battle, you are finally in my clutches!'' I boasted. 
 
 `` You'll pay for this! Surrender now while you still can!'' retorted Shmuperwoman. 
 
 `` Why the hell would I surrender now when I can end this once and for all. All I have to do is push this button.'' I press down on it and my creation begins to do its dastardly task. It begins to brutally, and endlessly electrocute her at a level that would vaporize a mere mortal. She lets out a blood-curdling scream. I can see every muscle in her body screaming out in pain. If I left it on for too long she would die. I begin to reach for the off button, but I stop myself. I can not stop now. Not when I am so close. After nearly 10 minutes of non stop screaming it finally starts to slow. Her body was slowly giving out on her. I watched as her eyes drifted into the back of her head. She was finally gone. `` Gla-Glad that's over.'' I say to myself out loud. 
 
 
 The next morning I wake up and check the news. The leading story is about her disappearance. The news has somehow tracked down her family. She had a normal life outside of this. Would have been someone you would have loved to know. She had two kid who would grow up in an orphanage because she died. Because of ME. I walk down to my lab and see her body, right where I left it. Her face still contorted in pain. I pick up her body and take it to my incinerator. As I start to drop her into the chute, I notice how much she looks like her children. The children I had deprived of their mother. O could not bear to look at her any longer, so I dropped her in and turned the incinerator to its maximum temperature. 
 
 Later that day, as I lay asleep, I dreamt about her. I dreamt about her smiling pictures they showed on the TV, and how they contrasted with her final moments of pain and fear. I woke up and could not sleep at all after that. Every time I close my eyes I see hers rolling back in her head. I just cant stop thinking about it. WHY DID I HAVE TO KILL HER! I ca n't deal with the guilt. I rush to my safe and grab my pistol. I load it and press it against my temple. `` I'm sorry, so **sorr-**''
