[ WP ] You are a super hero with a respectable power . However , the tiresome pressure to always be good wears on you and you slowly become a villain . The only person who notices is your side kick who is not ready to stop you . How does the confrontation end ?

`` You know I have to stop you.'' Ruthar said as he stepped from the shadows. The moonlight cast a faint light upon his face. benevolent determination set deep in his eyes. The man he was warning set his suitcase down with bravado. The light from the window revealed his grin as it raced across his face. At one time the grin could only be seen as just, but now it reeked of evil and contempt. 
 `` You know that you ca n't.'' 
 `` I have to try.'' 
 `` Why? Because it's the right thing to do?'' The grin of the man faded into menacing discord. Ruthar took a step further into the light. His body was tense waiting to spring into action. The man could tell it was no bluff. His sidekick he had trained for years was opposing him now. 
 `` Because If you wo n't, I will.'' Ruthar said as he pulled his fingers into a fist at his sides. 
 `` Heh, I like you kid. That's why I took you in. Maybe part of me knew I would end like this. But just remember, I was once like you and so too shall you end up like me.'' The grin returned to the mans face as he floated his words. He had always been smooth as a hero. Not outspoken, but adept at speaking the truth. He stood just as he had when Ruthar confronted him. His hands rested at his side, relaxed. But at any moment they could be brought up in a swift punch. 
 `` Perhaps, but that day is not here.'' Without warning Ruthar sprang forward. His immense speed would have caught any normal person off guard. But The man side stepped him landing a hard elbow into Ruthar's back. Ruthar tried to spin around to counter punch only to find a fist smashing his face. The punch sent him flying, destroying a table and sending papers fluttering into the air. Blood filtered into his mouth. He had no time to comprehend the sensation. The man had closed the gap and continued his throttling. Punch after punch levied into Ruthar's face. The man grabbed him by the neck and threw him against the solid concrete wall. The wall cracked and crumbled as Ruthar's body left a shallow imprint. His body could withstand supernatural abuse but it was at its ends. Ruthar slumped to the floor. His head swung as he tried to remain conscious. He knew he was no match for his master. He knew this was his end. The man walked forward as calm and collected as ever. He bent down and grabbed Ruthar by the chin. He looked ruthar over, inspecting the blood running down from his hair. Through his confusion Ruthar could see the mans eyes. All the light they once shined had faded. They were voids now. Cold and desolate. 
 `` Perhaps one day you will be my better. Today is not that day.'' The man said. He turned around stepping over the broken table and picked up his suitcase left untouched by the brief battle. He plucked a hat from the coat rack and walked out the door. `` One day'' the words played over and over in Ruthar's mind as he slipped from consciousness. `` One day, but not today.
