[ WP ] A villian who thinks he 's a hero realizes he 's the villian . What is he thinking ?

I never really noticed how fitting my crimson red tights were, until I had doubled back to retrieve my phone one night after patrolling. 
 
 The sight I found was unsettling to say the least. The blood on their bodies was as red as my uniform, and there was a lot of it. Some were moaning in pain. Others were silent, and no longer breathing. Any that could move were cringing in pain, pain that *I* had brought to them. Broken bones, gashes, torn clothing, unrecognizable faces... too many injuries to count, and many were ones from which the victims would never recover from, let alone forget. All because of a vision I once had. 
 
 It all started simply enough. I saw myself as a vigilante, a hero of the people, though my methods were criticized by most. At first, I only used violence against those who used violence against others. However, it was n't long before I was using violence far beyond that required to knock sense into the criminals I caught in the middle of the night. The requirements for someone to deserve punishment grew more and more relaxed, and pretty soon as was even punishing the victims, to teach them a lesson for being a victim of those crimes in the first place. 
 
 To be perfectly honest, I do n't even think my tights were red when I first started out. There's been so much blood on my hands that I ca n't care to remember. But I've come to far now, my moral compass was shattered long ago, long before my uniform, and my name, had been tainted. 
 
 There's only one thing that I know how to do well, and I've often been told that you only can do what you know how to do well. I realize that I can no longer play the hero... but I see no reason why I should stop playing the villain.
