[ WP ] A Villain comes to regret all the things he has done in the past and travels back in time to stop his younger self .

The jump itself was n't nearly as jarring as I expected. A quick glance at my watch put the time at 6:30 pm. I knew exactly where he'd be. A cab ride later, I was there. My weary bones, heavily shuffled out of the cab. I had arrived at Shultes Memorial Park. Looking around, I could n't for the life of me remember why I had been drawn to such a place. The park was mostly unkempt and dirty. What little vegetation existed failed to hide the empty bottles and syringes of the local denizens. Children never played there. No one did. Near the rusted statue of Robert E. Lee in the center of the park was a bank of benches. There he sat, as he had for every evening that summer. It was n't easy for him back then, it was n't easy for anyone in that decaying cesspool of a town. My heart filled with pity as I shuffled across the park. After much difficulty, I collapsed with as much dignity as I could in the bench opposite this enigma of angst and turmoil. 
 
 He looked at me with a sedated glare, hiding his moment of alarm at the surprise of a stranger's presence among the rot. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pack of Turkish Royals. `` Care for a cigarette?'' I offered extending the pack in his direction. `` No thanks,'' he replied, removing his own pack and lighting our favorite brand. I fumbled with my pockets, grasping for my Bic among my various effects. With a flick and a click, he extended his flame, igniting my smoke. `` Thanks.'' He sat back down and I took a long drag of honey and molasses. I inhaled that sweet, aroma of death down to the filter. Gutterly, from a lifetime build-up of tar, I spoke, `` I know what you're thinking.'' His eyes turned towards mine, looking through them. 
 
 I repeated, `` I know what you're thinking.'' `` You've seen much, through eyes too old and too wise. The curtains of youth have never shielded you.'' In the still silence that followed his eyes connected with mine, our souls bridging the physical gap between us. I continued, `` You're struggling between the truth and a lie. Believe the lie. Never stop believing the lie. The truth is chains and torture. The truth will leave you an empty husk and envelop everything.'' He did n't move, save for a twitch in the corner of our eye. He was shaken. `` Of course, we always felt words had little merit compared to concrete actions. Let me show you.'' I pulled the 9mm from my jacket, put the barrel in my mouth, and pulled the trigger.
