[ 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 .

`` I'm not sure why I need to keep explaining this.'' I wandered around the room while the man tied to the chair tried to look toward my voice. `` When billionaires are keeping people poor and hungry, and when governments are either doing nothing to stop them or engaging in wholesale facilitation of these people's treachery and their own populations' poverty, a private entity has to step up. Your governments have failed you. I consider it my job not to do the same.'' 
 
 The guy shook his head. `` But you ca n't just kidnap a bunch of corporate executives and hold them ransom! That's not a way to achieve social change!'' 
 
 I sighed. `` First, let's revisit your word choice.'' Priorities, you know. And the ropes seemed to be holding pretty well. `` You say *can't*. You're describing something I've already done. So clearly, I can. A better choice would be *shouldn't*. Then we'd have something to talk about.'' 
 
 `` Okay,'' he said, gritting his teeth. `` You should n't kidnap a bunch of corporate executives.'' 
 
 `` Why not?'' 
 
 `` It's wrong!'' More rope-related struggling. He seemed to be trying to fray one of the ropes now, by rubbing it against part of the chair leg. I felt a bit bad for him -- that would take forever. 
 
 `` What's wrong about it?'' 
 
 `` You do n't treat people that way!'' he shouted. 
 
 `` Word choice again. *You* do n't. *I*, on the other hand -- well, okay, I do n't treat everyone like that. But these guys? They're awful human beings. Like, whatshisname from the pharmaceutical company? When those heartburn pills were outlawed in the US for causing increased stroke risk, you know what he did?'' 
 
 The guy shrugged. 
 
 `` He sent a memo ordering the company to push them in southeast Asian countries. You know, where there's less regulation. He actually killed people doing that.'' I dropped into an easy chair near him, though I kept myself hidden. `` I've got examples like this for everyone I've got chained in that vault. They actively make the world worse, they're filthy rich from doing that, and they seem to be inaccessible by regular laws.'' 
 
 He had stopped struggling and seemed to be thinking about what I'd said. `` I get that they're awful,'' he said, `` and I did n't know that about the drug thing. But you ca n't -- you should n't kidnap people.'' 
 
 `` What was I supposed to do? I've tried advocacy, letters to Congress, online petitions. I used to blog about this stuff. None of it made a dent. And then I got the powers of flight and invisibility, and I thought, you know, now I can actually do something.'' 
 
 He cocked his head. `` So you've got superpowers. That does n't excuse the kidnapping. You've still got me prisoner, for example. Who have I killed?'' 
 
 I shrugged. `` No one I know of. But you broke into my home in the middle of the night. I'm a single woman living alone. It was kind of creepy.'' 
 
 `` I did n't think of it that way. I was just trying to fight super-villainy.'' 
 
 I smiled. `` So was I.''
