[ WP ] The hero beats the villain by stooping even lower .

The villain looked out to see our hero standing in centre of the road, holding his arms out, it appeared as though the hero was trying to say something. However curious the villain could n't miss the opportunity, he pulled out his gun and shot at our hero. Immediately his foe collapsed to the road, clutching his wound. The villain approached cautiously, sure that this was a trap. Holding his gun just beyond point blank he stared into our heroes eyes as anger, veiled in fear, stared back at him. Our hero brought one bloody hand off his wound and dragged it towards a bag hanging off his should. The villain shakes his weapon violently and spits `` I would n't do that, it wo n't end well.'' 
 Our hero, making eye contact only with the barrel before him, musters enough strength to reply, `` It is you who will regret moving, I have no weapon but before you finish me there's something you should see.'' 
 Conflicted, the villain gestures towards the bag, signalling the go-ahead for our hero. The hero pulls out a closed fist from his bag, placing it before the villains feet, he lets go of the object. With all the blood on the hero it is some time before our villain realizes the finger at his feet does not belong to the hero. 
 The hero tries to stand, but falls back to his knees, `` It was n't long before we worked out your identity, it did n't help the police much, last time you were pulled up you were only a child.'' 
 The hero stops to clench his stomach, catching his breath he continues, `` They had to drop you off at your mother's place after that, are you close to her? Your mother?'' 
 
 The villain listens quizzically, then looks back to the bloody digit below him. His heart beats with the strength of a canon, `` NO!'' 
 He lifts his gun to the heroes face but his stopped by the voice of the bleeding man. 
 `` Do n't do that, other then missing a portion of her left hand she is unharmed, however she is somewhere where neither you, or anybody else, will find her. Unless I get out of her she will starve to death, and the only way I'm getting out of here is with you in handcuffs.'' 
 Our villain has the man he has longed to take down for so long kneeling before him, unarmed, yet he can barely see him through the tears in his eyes, he thinks back to his poor mother and quickly that there is no choice. He throws his weapon to his opponent and falls to his knees. 
 The hero pulls out a pair of handcuffs from the same bag of the severed finger, trying to reach our villain he collapses. Our villain reaches for the shackles and places them on his own arms, `` Can we go now?'' 
 a weak voice replies, `` Not yet.'' 
 The hero pushes himself up and, with all his body, throws his bloody fist at our villain. Again and again, he lays into a broken and shackled man. 
 `` Why?'' Cries our villain. 
 `` So no one will know you surrendered, or more importantly, why.'' 
 `` They will find out, my mother wo n't lose body parts without some justice.'' 
 The hero pauses, he looks down and swallows, `` I have ways to keep her from speaking'' 
 Our villain thrashes and cries to the city, shaking buildings with his pain, as the hero lifts him up and pulls him away
