[ WP ] Write a story where the antagonist is doing something obviously horrible , but by the end of the story make me want to side with him over the good guy .

`` There are those who take steps, and those who make the great leap forward. Those who stay as they are, and those that became more than they ever thought possible. They discover, explore, compete, and are fearless. There are those satisfied by common pursuits, and those for whom the extraordinary will never be enough. So ask yourself, will you step, or will you leap?,'' my target said into his microphone. 
 
 `` Hurry up Shakes, the bombs are set to go off any minute,'' My partner whispered hoarsely from his position behind the stage. The plan had been to come back stage with our stolen security passes and put on the finishing touches of the company's gift to our dear senator.I was currently attaching the rest of the detonators to the boxes of fertilizer that had been dragged under the stage hours earlier in Styrofoam boxes by our associates under the guise that it was ice for after the rally. Jerry's job was to look out and cover my entrance under the stage and provide extraction should it be necessary. My job was to simply attach the detonators to the fertilizer after pouring some kind of mixture that smelled of gasoline and chemicals i can not pronounce, nor care to learn how. I was doing a good job too, the problem however had been the senator's dear personal security getting in the way. They were hugging the stage like a long lost lover, delightfully some PETA protesters, stinking, rude and loud, tried to rush the stage and had to be dealt with, providing the perfect opportunity for Jerry and I to take up our positions. Unluckily, it was n't until near the end of the senator's speech. 
 `` Hurry up shakes! Security's coming back.'' 
 `` HEY! YOU!'' 
 I did n't hear much else, because all of a sudden there was a thunderous noise. 
 Shit, the speech was ending and the target would be outside of the kill-zone if the package did n't go off in the next minute or so. I pulled myself from under the stage and stood up, pulling the black drapes back to their position. Thankfully, Jerry had graciously baited security away from me, allowing me a clean getaway. 
 
 The senator was a golden boy. Came from a poor immigrant family. His father worked a blue collar job at a factory, his mother was a seamstress, and his brothers were police officers. They went to church every Wednesday and Sunday, donated money when they could spare, and participated in community activities every chance they could. When he turned 18 he joined the armed services and was promptly sent overseas. The papers say he was some big war hero: saved a bunch of marines they say. Earned a bronze star for bravery and two purple hearts. When he eventually got back after a few tours, he decided to go into politics. Started a whole grass roots movement, got the attention of the major political parties, which tried to recruit him. When he would n't budge they tried to get rid of him with attack ads and smear campaigns, bringing up things like PTSD and unused to civilian life. Thing is, people do n't take kindly to things like that, specially when it comes to war heroes turned politicians that are going to `` make the capital work for the people''. Eventually, after a few years of winning public office after public office and dominating the political landscape, he saw a chance to make a real difference and really change the country. He started his campaign under the cover all banner of `` By the people, for the people''. Was a real tear-jerker when it came to speeches, really tugged at the heartstrings. 
 
 As i was leaving the rally i saw Jerry jammed up against a wall by some of the security personnel. Trying to sweet talk his way out in-between his squirming. As i passed him, he urgently started screaming like a mad man, `` Bengy, do n't leave me Bengy!'' 
 One of the security people, some slack-jawed, over muscular neanderthal turned my way,'' You know him?'' Slithered out of his maw. 
 `` Nope never seen'em in my life.'' 
 My neanderthal friend turned back around to Jerry, well Jerry started crying and snot started coming out of his nose. Was rather disgusting all things considered. A man should have more dignity before he dies, so then when he's crossing the river he can hold his head held high before god and death. When I left the convention center I made a beeline for the hotel across the street, aching for my seat on the balcony patio. It had five stars on yelp, but I'd give it a four because everything was overpriced. However endeavors like this are expensive so might as well pay a little more just to get a front row seat. 
 As the heat rolled over my face, I took another sip of Jack Daniels out of my whiskey glass. Definitely was getting a four star, they carried the cheapest, most disgusting brand of whiskey. The site in front of me was marvelous. The smoke, the fire billowing from where the glass doors used to be, the screams of fear and pain coming from the civilians. Oh! It was intoxicating and had me sitting in joyous ecstasy, much like after having just made love with a lover you have n't seen in months. I could see the newspapers now, `` Terrorist Bombs Senator Rally.'' The calls for peace and the condemnation from world leaders that have sanctioned worse. The outpouring of money and support for those affected. The difference between all the rest of my targets however is, this attack is personal. I started out as a boy with ambition, i was naive however. I was the fall-guy for the actions of some stupid, arrogant factory worker's son that thought it would be funny to play hide the pickle with a bunch of village kids and then killed them to hide his tracks when he was going to face justice. I lost everything, was promptly drummed out of the military with a dishonorable discharge and quickly handed to the local police. I lived among human filth for five years before i saw my chance. Once i got out and was presumed dead, I fell in with an unsavory company. I did some horrible, unspeakable things to my fellow man so that I could get ahead. That was the end of my old life and the beginning of my new life. The sad thing is, these people wo n't understand why I'm doing this. Hell, half of the people I direct do n't understand why I'm launching this campaign of terror. I'm doing this because I've seen what the world has to offer, and the world wont be forged through peace. Not one man in history ruled a country without having a sword against someone's throat or a gun against a family's heads. I plan to unify the world, violence just happens to be the only way it can be achieved. However, I wont control it. It will be my opponent that controls it. For you can not have darkness without the light, and i just happen to be the darkness this time around.
