[ WP ] `` How much of a hero are you , if all you 've managed to save is yourself ? ''

He did n't mean it. 
 
 But now as I sat looking down on the park from the top of a block of flats I could n't think of anything else. 
 
 He was as upset as I was that she had passed, he had just snapped and said what he wanted to say. But he did n't mean it. 
 
 That was n't making things easier. 
 
 I had tried so hard. Even as I fought off depression I tried to help her out, give her the love she deserved. She could n't read my mind like everyone else, she needed a place of solitude. Somewhere she could go without getting upset by people's thoughts. 
 
 Now she was dead. And it was my fault. 
 
 My heart twisted in my chest. It still hurt even now. I loved her like a sister, oh if only I had left her and let them, no then... Argh... 
 
 I felt the anger building up inside me again. All the frustration and pain, focusing in on one singular point. 
 
 Everyone kept telling me I should feel lucky. WHY? I'm a Monster that has been given form. A criminal locked up in a cage then handed a gun. 
 
 With my head in my hands I did n't hear the chant start, only as it was getting louder and the crowd started to move out from the park did I hear. It was a pathetic chant'MUTANTS MUTANTS MUTANTS'. Was that the best they could muster? 
 
 I stood up. `` How much of a hero are you, if all you've managed to save is yourself?'' 
 
 I guess I know the answer. I took a step forward and fell straight down crashing into the pavement where people screamed as I landed. They did n't scream as I turned into a cloud of smoke, only as I started to take form and rise above them. Then they panicked. Then they ran. I lifted up my hand and dozens of protestors were thrown away, as if I was brushing dust off a table. 
 
 The answer is simple. I'm not the hero. I'm the villian 
 
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 ( Kinda cheated and used the prompt to tie in with the story I'm writing: ) )
