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

Smoke wafted lazily out of the barrel of my 45. I stood, legs apart, gun still aimed at where he had been. Slowly, I began shaking. The gun in my hand seemed to gain weight, and I slowly lowered my arm to my side. A few stragglers poke their heads out from hiding. I saw fear in their eyes. I saw... Anger. How could this be, I'd taken care of the problem, had n't I? 
 
 I stood up straighter, holstering my weapon. I smiled at a young lady, as she looked out of a shop window. She was not looking at me though, no sir, she wanted an eyeful of that cadaver sprawled out leaking on the street. I watched her face go pale. She could n't seem to look away, and a tear escaped her. I watched it fall, wondering why. 
 
 This man was a bad man. Those people should be celebrating. I should be celebrated. 
 
 I am a hero. This man deserved to die. 
 
 These people, they're as bad as this man was. Slowly, realization hits. They did not know.. They could n't know. This man was a bad man, I ended it, but nobody knew. I began to get angry. I looked back at the lady, and she was still crying silently, staring at the body in front of me. I turned slowly towards her, and pulled my pistol back from it's holster. She looked up at me, our eyes connected, and I saw her fear. It made me so angry... I put her forehead in between the iron sights, and saw her draw back, terror all over her face. 
 
 `` I was the hero..'' I whispered to myself.
