Write a 250 word poem or story from the perspective of a villain (either an existing villain from a book/movie/etc or one of your creation). The piece should explain the motivation and the inner workings of the mind of this villain.
A world where people want to be happy What’s the point? Let’s mess with their minds just a little bit Never mind I want these people to go crazy My idea is not to kill every person I can That’s what everyone else thinks That people like me just want to kill people Yes killing people can be pleasing at times But the pure joy is striking fear into hopeless people’s hearts Oh just one boom in a big city and everyone begins to turn on each other Isn’t that pleasant I’m a mastermind at getting into people’s head and making them scared Nobody wants to believe me Trust me I have already done some crazy things Like I took control over the headquarters of two ships Each of them had a bomb They each could control if the other ship could blow up Don’t I love this game The thing was that the two boats had no control to talk to each other One ship was filled with criminals and the other one was filled with civilians Inside those two boats everyone was talking about how the other person should die It drove them crazy But too bad the Batman told me that no matter what people still had good in them He doesn’t see thought that all these people that looked up to him as a hero Now look at him everyone sees him as the villain I love my job Just like these scars on my face Do you want to know how I got them? Sure I will tell you So my father He was always drunk and one day he came back from being drunk Like usual and he was abusing my mom He came over to me and said “Why so serious?” “Why so serious?” Then he permanently made me smile and now I can’t stop smiling Well it looks like I have to go My next plan is now in action HERE. WE. GO.
I don’t need any friend. It’s been like that forever. Well, it used to be different. In second grade, we had a class pet rabbit. The teacher took care of feeding him, but the students would also give them food. The day before summer break started, the rabbit died. The teacher took him to the vet and the vet said that it died from eating something bad. Then, some boys in my class told the teacher that he saw my group of friend feeding the rabbit the day before, after school. My best friend from that group said that I was the one who told them to feed the rabbit the bad food. Everyone else in the group agreed with her. Then, the teacher told them to leave the classroom, leaving me alone in the room. I called out their name, whimpering, but they never turned their head back. the teacher didn’t believe what I said, and I got summer detention for a whole entire week. After the summer break, everything went back to normal. I wasn’t in my old friends’ classes anymore; I didn’t need to see them again. When I thought everything had went back to normal, and I got new friends, a rumor started that I killed the rabbit in my second grade homeroom. They describe me as a mental freak and a psycho killer. All of my new-made friend left me; I was all alone again. After elementary school, I enrolled a different middle school than the rest of my grade. I lived my life like how I did before that accident. What made me the way I am now you ask? Well, I came home from school one day in eighth grade, and my parents were in a heated discussion. They didn’t hear me coming in the house. I wanted to ask them what happened, but when I was about to open the door, I heard my mom said, “I don’t need her with me. She’ll ruin my new life!” I stopped my hand on the knob and kept on listening. My parents are talking about their divorce, and both of them don’t want me with them. They want a new life, and I am an extra baggage. I ran out of the house barefooted. Bad enough, it was raining outside too. I thought they loved me! They were supposed to love me; I am their only child! It was the final strike to my miserable enough life. I decided that since they don’t want me, I don’t need them either. I calmed down in a nearby park, and went home again, pretending that I never heard their conversation. I packed some of my cloths, took all of my money and stole all of my parent’s money and bank card. I left a note, saying, “Bye bye losers.” It hurt me to write that to my parents but, I’d rather hurt others than be hurt. That night, I went to the bank, and took out all of my parent’s wealth. I said goodbye to my old life, and started my new life full of hatred for this world.
I’m not going to tell you my name, because you don’t need to know it. I am a very delusional person, I have been crazy since I was born and there is no turning me back. I do have a few friends, although I am hiding something from them. They don’t know that I’m freaking crazy. To them I am just their normal friend who has known them since kindergarten and who they watch Sunday night football with. But they don’t know what is really going through my mind. Sometimes I have dreams at night of murdering a bunch of people in cold blood and then wake up with a giant smile on my face. Sometimes I try to put those ideas to work, but they never happen. I don’t have the resources to do it. I just don’t know why I’m like this, but I’m happy with my self. I do have one friend that is crazy like me, he beliefs the things that I do and sometimes he tries to help me with the planning process. We recently found a person who will supply us with all the weapons we need to start a mass killing. I personally worship Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, the people who shot up columbine high school, and I wanted to do something like that one day. Well maybe soon I’ll put my plan into action; I have been looking into some local elementary schools close by filled with innocent kids and maybe I’ll think of something interesting to do there.
They call me Scar but that’s not my real name. It’s not my real identity because I’m not a real person. I’m the murderer of a game. A game to test the minds of five diseased people. My job is to put these five into unthinkable situations and to see how they will react. I took my job too far…but that’s the beauty of it. Beauty…something I love. And what’s the opposite of beauty? Ugliness. I hate ugly people. That’s why I made these five chose the ugliest one in the group and kill him. I knew who they would choose. And I hate his guts. Why do I hate ugly people? Back when I was friends with…him, the ugly ones always stepped on me and lowered my self-esteem. That town was filled with humans bearing hideous faces. And they were always jealous of me and how my face wasn’t as revolting as theirs. That’s when they gave me the scars. They cut deep into my skin and left me on the ground bleeding in pain. I never showed my face again. Even now in this game, I cover my face with a mask. A simple mask to resemble my simple life before they destroyed my face…before Peter stood by and did nothing. Peter…an ugly name for an ugly guy. The game made him and I think that we grew up together. We were supposedly best friends, always doing everything together. But my memory tells me he didn’t do anything when they cut my face with glass and blades. He did nothing and left town the next day. He never came back and we never talked again…until now.
I was in deep thought staring out my window when my bedroom door was slowly opened. A voice struck my ear and I didn’t make a move to acknowledge it. They continued to say my name as I traced a rain drop rolling down my window. “Maria? Can you hear me?” The nurse asked me again while slowly stepping into my room. “Isn’t it lovely?” I asked her while I followed another rain drop. “Is what lovely?” She asked me in a confused tone. “The rain. Doesn’t it bring you joy just to see each drop fall to the ground?” I waited for a response, but instead was greeted by silence. “Don’t you love to feel its crisp presence on your skin? Or even how it seems to come just at the right time?” “Well yes the rain is lovely, but it’s time for your medication.” She said while approaching my bed in a slow pace. I don’t understand why the people here are so scared of me. I’ve never harmed them purposely. “I no longer wish to take my medicine Ms. Lakes” I replied back in a firm tone while pondering on my next choice. Her voice began to shake as she got to my bed “Well you must take it.” “When’s the last time you were outside Ms. Lakes?” I asked. “An hour ago, but I don’t see how that-““It’s hilarious how I make one mistake and I’m placed into this room, but every day you make millions and you’re able to run free.” “Enough with this non sense Maria! Now take your-“In a switch movement I had her held by the neck to my face and looked deep into her fear filled eyes. “You never command me. No one ever commands me” I snapped her neck and lifted up my window. I jumped out and walked slowly through the rain enjoying its feel. I heard the sirens go off and I knew they would be coming for me again. I guess a psychotic murderer is just put up as public enemy number on, huh?
In the mind of Darth Vader, things are messed up. He was tricked by the Emperor to join the Dark Side. He was convinced to join, and being so powerful, he can do whatever he wants. His main goal in the original trilogy was to take over the Galactic Empire. In his head, he thought he killed his pregnant wife, but in reality, she lived and gave birth to his two children, Luke and Leia. At the beginning of the first movie, Darth Vader destroys Leia’s home planet of Alderaan. He was a bad guy until Luke talked him into killing the Emperor, and saving Luke’s life. Inside the mind of Darth Vader, there is no good. He tried to rule the galaxy and take over everything. Since he has an evil mind, he tried to convince his own son, who is the last Jedi Knight in the galaxy, into the Dark Side. And because Luke rejected, he would do anything to rule the galaxy as father and son. Because he was tricked into having ultimate power, he joined the Dark Side and dropped everything good in his life. He thought his wife was killed, and didn’t have kids. He was way wrong, and now his own son tried to take down his own father. Darth Vader is a bad villain, but he is also the coolest. He has a red lightsaber, and has the greatest sounding voice in the entire galaxy. Darth Vader is the best villain in the history of villains. Without his voice, he is nothing.
My name is Vann, some may say that I am a villain, but is that true. Am I truly the villain here or is it the corrupt officials that I kill. The media labeled me as a mass murderer and a threat to society. The police made me one of the most wanted men in the state of Pennsylvania. So what if a few people die, they were corrupt men taking advantage of the weak and needy, they deserved what I gave them. Right now I have one in my basement who is just dying to find out what I’m going to do to him. He has no name anymore, just a number, number sixty-eight. He will be the sixty-eighth man that I have killed. I start by cutting off his eyelids so he can watch every last movement I make. I then cut a long strip of skin off of his forearm making sure not to go too deep, that would cause major blood loss and premature death for this subject. I do that around all other major parts of his body leaving the face intact for last. I leave number sixty-eight’s face for last, I keep that after he is dead and the body discarded. He asks why I do this; I simply tell him that it is because he is a horrendous man who abuses his power to control the weak of heart. He asked me to please stop and let him leave; I told him it was too late and it was time for his salt bath. I took a handful of salt and threw it on him and watched him squirm and the blood sizzle like a snail’s when you put salt on it. His screams in agony were like music to my ears, to hear an evil man scream of pain are purely beautiful. Now I take my prize, he is dead and his face is now one of my masks.
My name is Mojo Jojo and I am a notorious chimpanzee mad scientist, trying to take over the world. In order for me to do this though, I need to destroy Townsville and the Powerpuff Girls! They’re always in my way and trying to stop me. Every time I get an idea, somehow they’re informed and I’m caught. I guess I should just retire, considering that I’m five years away from being 50! My weapons consist of large robots and energy weapons. For some reason they never seem to work though. The Powerpuff girls are my arch enemies, and it’s sad that they’re little girls. I used their powers to help build my lair on the top of the Townsville volcano. Their “father” is a professor who created them. So while I’m busy trying to take over the world, I created my own version of the Powerpuff Girls. My little creations are called the RowdyRuff Boys. There’s three of them who look really similar to each girl, Boomer, Brick, and Butch. They can work on taking them out, while I conquer Townsville and the universe. The older I get, the harder everything becomes. One day I will finally reach my goal, as long as those pesky little girls are out of the picture. I have one final plan in mind though, that may finally work. I’ve lived my entire life since I was twenty trying to figure out a way to defeat the girls once and for all. I plan on making a huge robot that will kidnap the Powerpuff Girls and keep them underground. That’s seem like a good plan, hopefully it all works out. Keep in mind, I am bad. I am evil. I am MOJO JOJO.
Ever since Jerry was younger he has always had an idea of taking over the world. He joined science fairs with his creations. He was a smart man just didn’t use common sense when it came to planning and putting his ideas. He would come up with creations sitting in a basement all day. He has tried to take over the world many times but always failed. There was one person that always tried to stop him from finishing or starting his evil plans. His name was Terry; he was a supper dog that worked for a company of putting evil villains in jail. Jerry wants to take over the world to get back at everyone picking on him when he was younger. He would get picked on every single day, he would let it get to him but as he got older he decided to get back at all of the people that picked on him during his school years. He believes that if he gets back at everyone than they will respect him and say sorry for the damage they have caused him during his childhood and young adult hood. But what he doesn’t know is that if he does take over the world more people would try to get him so that everything would be better and not as bad. He even goes to evil villain conventions and learns how he can become a better villain. He isn’t the mean type of villain; he is the nerdy type that just thinks he knows what he is doing. There is no villain out there like him.
Ugh! Batman is back, I thought that I destroyed him. I killed so many people in the area, bombed hospitals and kidnapped people just to make it seem like he was the one doing all the harm and not I, not Joker! Ha-ha. I hate him so much; he made me look like the bad guy all the time. Sometimes I just wanted everything in the world and have people fear me and give me things for free that way I won’t have to pay but then people started over-reacting, like come on I put a fake gun to their heads, it was no big deal. While I was growing up I didn’t have everything I wanted or needed and we lived in a very poor neighborhood ugh it was disgusting I couldn’t stand it. Every time I went to school everyone was looking nice and everyone smelled really good unlike me who didn’t shower for days. I would have older and younger kids beat me up and throw me in the trash can saying that I must belong from trash because I smelled like trash; it was the worst years of my life! Now that I have a chance to get whatever I want people like batman want to take things like that away from me. I can’t stand him I want to get rid of him but he never budges, he doesn’t even save the world he just saves a city, what kind of super hero is that he should just be called “Neighborhood Watch” ha-ha
Hi my name is Sonia. Most people call me the trust maker and breaker. I like to mess with people’s heads and ruin their lives. What motivates me to do this is the joy I get when I see girls suffer from the pain their true love gave them because of me. I don’t find shame in what I do; I find it quite amusing actually. First, I befriend a girl going through a tough time in her life. She has to be going through some relationship troubles; she also has to be depressed. This is a key factor in what I do, they have to be depressed and on the verge of suicide for me to go and ‘help’ them. This makes their barrier of trust weak, and they’ll accept anyone as their friend as long as they comfort them. This is where I come in. I walk up to her and just talk to her and let her vent about her feelings. Let her tell me all of her deepest secrets, at this point I’m basically her best friend. I then wait a couple weeks and sleep with her boyfriend. The point of all of this is that I build up her trust and then destroy it. It’s such an exhilarating feeling, watching a girl in her saddest state. Not only one trust was broken, two was broken. And they were both from the people she least expected. That’s what makes this fun, it’s a game. I mainly use my charm and seduction to get the job done, I’m a monster and I love destroying the lives of innocent, sad, lonely girls.
Why does he always get to be the one that is admired? Why does he get to be King? It is an abomination! Completely ridiculous! He had a son the other day and now he will end up taking control over the land. How does that even seem fair? First of all, I am three years older than Mufasa! Yet I was always judged or compared to Mufasa. “Mufasa this”, “Mufasa that”, “Scar, how come you can’t be more like Mufasa?” I’m sick and tired of all the comparisons between us. We are different lions, I am not Mufasa and he is not me. I need to come up with a plan to get rid of him and Simba. Hmmmmm, what can I do to get rid of them both at the same time? I’ve got it! I will have those stupid Hyenas start a stampede and make sure he is there to get trampled. But if he somehow gets away I will push him over a cliff just to be sure that he is dead. Yes that works out so well. Now to think about what I will do with Simba. Hmmm, maybe I can try and get him to be down by the stampede and oh! I will send Simba to be in front of the stampede and Mufasa will want to save him. And if for some reason he does save him, I will have to tell him that his father’s death was his fault. He will run away and never come back. Yes that will work out nicely.
Hello, my name is Allie but my evil name is the Sapphire Woman. This is my first Villain Anonymous meeting and I really hope that I can find my sanity here. I would say that my… villainous behavior started when I was a child. So what if I tied a few kids to the flag pole, or set the teacher on fire… I might have even blown up a car or two but no one got seriously hurt! As I grew old, other girls my age started wearing makeup and putting on perfume. I found it more fun to put makeup on the walls, as a form of art of course, and perfume made the perfect flame thrower! I decided to become a villain after college. I attended the villain’s convention that was in Dallas and I felt that for the first time in my life, I was surrounded by people who shared in my same intentions. It was the Dynamo Emperor who really helped me pursue my dreams. He helped me get on my feet, finding me a lair, and even my first arch nemesis. I decided that my platform would be that I stole all the precious gems from every museum in the entire world. I am here now because, during my first heist I was caught… apparently you have to be relatively sneaky while trying to steal something that is under surveillance. That is something that Dynamo Emperor must had left out. I hope that by coming to the VA meetings that I will be able to be a normal person who can live normally in society.
I sat in the cold white tile floor looking at my blood drenched hands. I touched the wall with my palm and smeared it across the white paint. I stared at it. Now it was tainted. Now it wasn’t perfect. It was stained and unnatural. Just like me. I watched it as a single drop rolled down the wall. It wasn’t the walls fault that it wasn’t perfect though. It was mine. I damaged the wall, and there was nothing it could’ve done to stop me. It was defenseless. So who was it that ruined me? I couldn’t have been this way when I was born. Everyone is born pure, just like this wall was completely white when it was first painted. So who was it that stained me? Who corrupted my innocence? Who made me the way I am? I turned away from the wall and walked away to the dead woman lying on the table in front of me. It hadn’t been her. She wasn’t the one who did it. But I believed she was. That’s why I killed her. For a split second she reminded me of someone. Someone who made me the way I am. A tear dropped from my eyes as I pictured this woman, this stranger, saying the words my mind constantly plays over and over. “Just your face disgusts me,” her lifeless body sneered at me. “You are why I wake up every morning and wish I were dead. This is your fault. You were nothing but a mistake.” I heard the gunshot booming in my head. And I could see the blood from the woman in my memories pouring out of the head of the woman on the table and I screamed, unable to control myself any longer.
Looking closer, he could see a few figures walking the perimeter of the small house on the farm. Gathus started towards the farm through the corn when a scream came from the house and echoed through the night. He immediately crouched down, his injured leg throbbing with objection. He gripped it tightly to numb the pain and peered through the crops. Only a few yards away, he saw three masked and cloaked figures. Each of them sported different masks (they were too far away to describe) but had matching cloaks. He could barely see them! The cloaks were black, but a mystic black, a colorless void. Two of the bigger figures, clearly men, were standing with their arms crossed facing the house. Another figure, slimmer and a bit shorter, held the door of the house open, laughter slightly muffled by his mask. Two more of the cloaked figures emerged from the house, one of average build and one with a woman’s figure. They dragged a man and a woman behind them. The woman screamed bloody murder as she was dragged out. “Let us go! You can’t do this to us!” The woman dragging her lifted her by her hair so that they were face to face. “Listen, if you don’t shut the hell up, I can make this a lot more painful than I’m supposed to. Got it?” “Rose, be quiet!” The man being dragged coughed out, along with some blood. The figure dragging him kicked him in his ribs with a loud THUD! “Now don’t you get chatty, too!” The man said as he kicked the other man again. “You were so quiet, I was kinda starting to like you!” One of the larger men that had been waiting outside shoved his two associates over and took the man and woman by the hair, dragging them in front of the other man he’d been waiting with. “Will both of you quit the damn banter and just sit them up!? ” The woman leapt back to her feet almost immediately. “Can I kill the bitch? Oh, can I please?!” The other large man shoved her backwards and the slim man that had been holding the door held her arms behind her back. “You’re too messy, Raven. You know they don’t let you handle the executions.” “But they look like so much fun!” “They’re not gutting them or anything.” “Why not? Gutting is even more fun!” The man sighed and tightened his grip. “Exacly.”
Why does everyone consider me a villain? I don’t want to be evil, it’s just I hate everyone in this world. Do you ever see how people act around the world? On a busy street they don’t care who they really run into, they don’t care about anyone just themselves. What I do is trying and gets rid of those obnoxious people. But if I try and kill just one person that lives an awful life everyone goes up and complains about me. Everyone says that I am a villain. I do bad things but always for the betterment of the human race. The world would be so much better without people who care only for themselves. My new plan will kill everyone that is useless in this world. The world would become such a better place for everyone. The plan would be very simple. Why would anyone want to stop me? The main difference between everyone else and me is that I’m not afraid to put my thoughts into actions. Everyone probably thinks the same thing that I am thinking. They don’t want to be annoyed with people in the world that only care about themselves. I am a villain for the people and no one gets that. I try to help people. I don’t like being a bad guy but someone needs to do the dirty work in the world. It’s not fair to me since I am doing everyone a huge favor.
I’d introduce myself, but to honest, I’d rather not. It’s not my name that shames me, but rather the story that come with it. Once, in my youth, my title came with praise, with joy, with pride. But it seems that I’ve made mistakes and erased what was left of my good name. I suppose you wonder what I may have done to deserve such isolation and disappointment from modern day society. I’ll give you a look into my past if you promise not to judge. I was born into a loving family: a mother and a father that did nothing but lift me high above all else. They truly did support me in everything I do. I know, it sounds a bit lame to say, but I’ll admit, my parents were my best friends. With their love and support, I was the highest achiever in my class, and an award winning painter starting at only have 8. My family was ideal. I could feel the jealousy of the other kids, of the other parents, and especially my next door neighbors who were clearly living in a broken home. I suppose this jealousy was what brought upon the dark day. I was sent off to school as normal with kisses from mom and a hug from dad. Little did I know that when I came home, laying cold as stone on the floor would be the corpses of the parents I loved. A note found between their two, blood-seeping bodies, read “A happy home? Not anymore.” At age 16, I was enraged and I knew exactly who had done this. I grabbed the knife from my mother’s chest and marched over to the gloomy home of my next-door neighbors. The wide smile of the 15-year-old son that attended my school appeared in the door way. He was fully aware that I knew he was the culprit of this life shattering crime. With tears in my eyes, I did to him the injustice which he served my parents. What I didn’t expect was the rush that came from this. I felt sorrow and remorse and frustration from the sudden loss of my parents. I was seeking compensation, but in addition, I felt a certain high that I had only experienced on Sundays out with my parents. I felt as if I had saved him from his suffering. This home, next to mine, would no longer be filled with unhappiness again. From that moment, I became who I am today. I’ve become a murderer. Perhaps a piece of me feels that I am doing a service to this world. Perhaps somewhere deep down I truly do believe that I am ridding the world of unhappiness and broken families. If I remove those brining sadness to this earth, there will be only happy families right? The sad truth is that I know my actions are in no way justified, yet I cannot help myself. I struggle day in and day out to fight the urge inside of me to kill. I no longer want to sneak into homes, knife in hand, and take the lives of those unhappy. People know of me now. People fear me, yet none of them understand me. Nobody can hear my cries for help over the cries of those I kill.
my name is Shredder your probably wondering why my name is Shredder well i have alot sharp objects that are on my costume that's where i got the the name Shredder from but i really really hate those dang turtles Leonardo Donatello Raphael And Michelangelo And that dang rat master splinter everytime i have a magnificent plan they come in and ruin it. any ways they but this time i have a wonderful plan and cannot fail me now i will capture master splinter and lure the turtles in when they want to save their precious little master and then boom! me and my new army will defeat them and capture them to. then nothing will stop me from taking over the world and then i will be crowned emperor shredder and will go as the worlds first great ruler evr and i will become the first ruler of the universe and i will prevail over the turtles and over anyone who will attempt to stand in my way for that matter and then everybody will know the name Emperor Shredder.
I am inside of you Your worst nightmare Yet you let me in here yourself. I am your best friend Your closest acquaintance Thank you for giving me your heart to keep You pierced your soul with the rusted needle And through the holes I threaded the strings Attached to this wood that I hold in my hand And I pull on the ropes and you dance like a marionette A toy, a doll My toy, my doll You look up at me as I move you to and fro, Smiling hopefully as if hoping for a reassuring gesture. You desire something from me, I know “Are you proud of me?” you ask You do not fear me But you should Am I proud of you? You have done nothing besides betray your creator You want me to be your father, But you have disowned the only one who ever really loved you You are nothing You are a worthless rag doll Serving no purpose The strings that tug on your soul Rip and tear away at your heart And there is nothing you can do. When you realize this, You curse me. You blame me for your pain. You point your finger and cry. But I did nothing. The needle you hold is what did this You let me in And here I will stay, Welcoming you to your personal Hell. So you slide Downward into anger, rage, depression, and hate And I feed off of your pain Off of your sorrow I consume all of your hatred And it makes me strong. Once you were loved But now you are nothing but a feast A four course meal for me to inhale Your pain, it tastes like honey. Your regret, it tastes like candy Your depression tastes like heaven again And the knife in your hands is the icing on the cake As you move it towards your heart I close my eyes Waiting for the rush of sheer pleasure As another life is taken By the hand of she who should have cherished it most But suddenly the wood in my hand feels light My doll, what has happened? How did you cut the strings you wove? The knife drops to the ground, and it all becomes clear As I see that you are not alone The man standing with you, I know his face You are lost now, Lost to love And there is nothing I can do But retreat into my cave and wait. The needle is still in your pocket And I will return My little marionette, My precious darling… You will be mine You may think the your fight is over But in reality It has only begun.
I am Dr. Pain, and if you’re reading this, I most likely despise you. I’ve always hated people. Always. Well, at least the happy ones. They just take up room on this planet and have no purpose. Their eerie smiles, their constant laughter—I shudder at just thinking about it. However, thanks to me, I’ll never have to think about it ever again, for after today, everyone on Earth will turn sour. The way things are supposed to be.
See, I was happy once. Back in my youth—junior year in college—I fell in love with Juliana. Oh, Juliana. Her smile was sweet and so was her laughter; she gave life meaning. She was my everything—my shining sun during the day, my gleaming moon at night. I knew what happiness was . . . but she broke my heart. Oh, Juliana. Her crooked smile, her annoying laughter. I despise love. I despise happiness. Neither of them exists. Neither of them last.
And nobody will ever experience either of them ever again.
For the past 40 years, I have been working on the ultimate scheme. I’ve created Gloom 3000—a machine that can permanently wipe smiles off the face of the planet. Nobody will experience happiness or love again. It’s not fair that others can experience emotions I will never feel again. If I cannot feel the warmth of happiness, nobody should either.
In only 24 hours, the incessant days of hard work will finally come to an end.
I walked along the neighbor hood, carefully searching for my target. It was a dark, quiet night, and the world was asleep. Now was the perfect time for me to do my business. The gun in my hands felt heavier as I walked on. Should I be doing this? Is this a good idea? I heard my father’s voice in my head, saying over and over again, “This is your mission, you must accomplish it. I’ll be watching you.” He had died very recently, but his voice still haunts me to this day. All of my life, I spent my days concealing all my anger and hurt. Everything in my childhood made me angry; being forced to live up to society, and never take a toe out of line. I was constantly surrounded by a bunch of brainless people, who always followed the rules and acted like “good citizens.” I was always the outcast, and constantly made fun of for the clothes I wore. It used to weaken me, but I soon came to realize how stupid those people were. Who Ever Said that males and females had to wear a certain type of chlothing, or have certain interests? Throughout the years, I grew more and more infuriated and disgusted, which made me who I am now; an assacen. I know, whenever you hear that, you automaticly think “She’s crazy! She just goes around killing people for no reason! She should be arrested.” What you don’t know, is that the people I kill have a reason to be dead. My dream in life is to kill anyone who looked like they had just let society mold and shape them, which was a ton of people. Once those people are gone though, there will only be whoever is considered abnormal. Then, we will have a society where it won’t matter how odd you dress, or how strange your personality may be. The only question was, what to do? How to start? As I walked, my eyes fell on a school building. The rage rose up in me once again, for this was the place where everyones’ minds are shaped to fit into the crowd. Then, I knew this was the perfect place to start. I hid behind the “perfect” looking trees that were planted near the building, and waited until morning came. I shivvered as I waited, and thought about how I would go into the building. Should I make a dramatic approach, or try to sneak in? It would b very difficult to sneak in, but no one ever said this job was easy. A few hours later, I heard childrens’ footsteps walking up the steps to the building. I stood up and saw that the doors were open. When the sound quieted, I knew this was my chance. I quickly went in before the door shut and made sure my rifle was loaded. Taking aim, I raced for the hustle and bustle of students and teachers. Imediately, the students were taken to classrooms, where they would all be safe and now. Didn’t these people know they were ruining society, and I was killing them for their own good? I went to the nearest locked door and shot. With a bang, the door came down, and there was screaming everywhere. That didn’t matter to me at all. I continued taking aim and shooting until someone grabbed me by the shoulders. The rifle fell out of my hands as I was being jerked around. I tried fighting back, but this man was much stronger than I was. I felt metal handcuffs around my wrists, and I knew I had obviously failed. As I was being taken to the croozer outside, I thought to myself “I’m more brainless than these people are.” I knew I could have done better than just running into the crowd and shooting. Now, I would never be able to change our world for the better; instead, I would be kept away from the brainless, willing fools.
Everyone always automatically writes off the villain in a movie or story as being heartless, evil and immoral. No one ever seems to care about why they are the way they are. Nor do they ever consider if the villain may not particularly enjoy being wicked. I would know this firsthand, as I am in the villain in the popular story and movie, “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.” Being the evil queen has brought me nothing but misery. The audience always seems to despise me. When I see the faces of the people watching the movie or reading the story when I appear, they repeatedly give disapproving looks my way. They do not even know me and yet they seem prone to or even expected to hate me right from the beginning. No one ever gives me a chance to explain why I am the way I am. Personally, I feel that I had a right to poison Snow White with the apple, but no one ever seems to agree with me. First of all, I have severe issues in constantly having to be number one in everything that I do. I do not consider this to be a detrimental aspect of myself. I believe that being competitive is actually healthy in some ways and will often result in success for an individual. I just felt threatened when my magic mirror told me that Snow White was the fairest one in the land. Naturally, this greatly upset me as I was used to being the fairest. She just came in and took the tile right out from underneath me. I did not find this fair! In response, I sent out a huntsman to kill her. I knew that I had to do whatever it took to get rid of my competition. I do agree that my method may have been a little extreme, but I felt that it was the only solution. When that technique did not succeed, I formulated a new plan that I believed to be foolproof and quite genius on my part. I especially enjoy that part when I turn myself into an old hag, but, of course, the audience just develops a stronger hatred towards me because of it. Despite my efforts, Snow White just had to be freed from the curse caused by eating the poison apple when her true love came into the picture. Everyone is ecstatic and rapturous and they forget about me. At that point, I am feeling pretty sorry for myself but does anyone care? No, no one ever does.
Evil villain He was a sweet person before she left him. This villain is named la loco he’s known by the name the killer. He never used to be a killer but after one of his love one left him he got crazy, and then he found out that his friends wore fake so he got crazier. Know he’s quite in school and out of school, but if you disrespect him he would come after you and you will see blood. Life was beautiful for him, he had a best friend and that’s all he wanted but some people don’t know the meaning of friendship so after his best friend left him he never believed anyone nor trusted anyone. He rides alone and he will die alone unless someone special come into his life and change him. When he sees people that disrespect him he will come after you and he would teach you a lesson. He doesn’t kill the people that diss him, he goes after them and he makes them go through hell and he makes them suffer at the end. All this man wanted is love but he didn’t get it from anyone. He will sit and think of a plan to kill someone or make them suffer, if it takes him years and months to think of a plan he would think of one and he will come after you he would never forget you. His mind is like a memory card he would remember you forever till he deletes you. Don’t mess with the killer unless you like to play a game.
My plan is a very complicated one. Few great minds can understand the strong motivation behind it and the exponential good it will do for the world. My plan is to have the entire population of the world under my control. This world is too evil for people to have their own intentions. Hate, murder, sinning, greed and so much more is prevalent wherever you go. These outstanding crimes against us revoke humanity the right to think for themselves. Hate will always be in this world; it greatly outweighs the good. Too many people are hurt every day, so I will put an end to this. My special contraption can put the entire world under my trance. It will be perfect. Follow me and you can share in this great quest. The reality we live in is worthless and should be destroyed. The heartbreak that people feel is too great and they shouldn’t have to feel that. The loss of happiness is a simple sacrifice, a sacrifice that should be given with great pleasure. I lost the love of my life because I couldn’t protect her. In this new world, she will be reborn and everything will be perfect because there will be no bad decisions, or unhappiness, just a pure, perfect life.
Misunderstood is a word I would use to describe myself. Definitely, misunderstood. I mean, like, I get it: I’m a villain, I’m a bad guy. Yeah, I’ve got that whole image going on, but that does not mean I’m really all that terrible. You people have got to cut me a break from time to time. Take for example, that time I threatened to blow up the Earth. Did you seriously think I was going to do that? Come on. I LIVE ON EARTH TOO. WHY WOULD I BLOW UP MY HOME PLANET? Clearly, that was for dramatic effect. I was in a bad mood that day. I just wanted to see people panic. Is that really such a crime? Okay, don’t answer that. Not to mention, who even has that kind of technology? This is not some comic book, this is real life. Jesus. Everybody is always talking about these superheroes. They are just so great, aren’t they? But nobody ever wants to talk to me. They just focus on all the bad things. Nobody ever asks about the motive. Maybe there’s a reason I do the things I do. Not like anyone cares. Maybe I had a rough childhood. Maybe my girlfriend left me. Maybe I lost my day job. But all anybody cares about is the fact that one time I took a school bus full of little kids hostage, or the time I tried to burgle the museum. Seriously? But the minute some stupid hero in tights swoops in to save they day that’s all anybody can talk about. Everybody wants to know all about the tragedy that made them into who they are today or whatever. You’re telling me those “good guys” don’t have some dark secrets lurking in their pasts? Yeah, okay.
Few say that I’m a villain, but I’m not. Did I kill people? Yes. Did I devastate towns? Yes. Does the public know that it was me? No. They think that it was my friend who did it. I framed him. Why? I’m lonely. I only wanted him to be with me. Forever. What are a couple of lives to me? As long as I have my best friend with me, I don’t care. Nobody suspects a thing. Not even my friend. Maybe one day I can tell him, when he’s ready of course. Maybe then he’ll like me even more. I did it all for my best friend after all. Speaking of which, my work is never done. That mean girl keeps bullying my friend. Why won’t she leave him alone? Is it because my friend told the prison guards about how the girl was stealing things? I guess I can’t help but get rid of her too. Nobody bullies my friend when I’m around! After all, I’m the superhero! My friend always told me that because I always had to take care of him when we were little. When he moved away I got so lonely, so I decided to bring him to me. That’s why the man with the eye patch calls me a villain. Humph. He should talk. He’s on death row. I did what I did because I love my friend. I need him and he needs me. Even if I have to kill, I’ll never let him out of my sight. Never again.
A world where people want to be happy
ReplyDeleteWhat’s the point?
Let’s mess with their minds just a little bit
Never mind I want these people to go crazy
My idea is not to kill every person I can
That’s what everyone else thinks
That people like me just want to kill people
Yes killing people can be pleasing at times
But the pure joy is striking fear into hopeless people’s hearts
Oh just one boom in a big city and everyone begins to turn on each other
Isn’t that pleasant
I’m a mastermind at getting into people’s head and making them scared
Nobody wants to believe me
Trust me I have already done some crazy things
Like I took control over the headquarters of two ships
Each of them had a bomb
They each could control if the other ship could blow up
Don’t I love this game
The thing was that the two boats had no control to talk to each other
One ship was filled with criminals and the other one was filled with civilians
Inside those two boats everyone was talking about how the other person should die
It drove them crazy
But too bad the Batman told me that no matter what people still had good in them
He doesn’t see thought that all these people that looked up to him as a hero
Now look at him everyone sees him as the villain
I love my job
Just like these scars on my face
Do you want to know how I got them?
Sure I will tell you
So my father
He was always drunk and one day he came back from being drunk
Like usual and he was abusing my mom
He came over to me and said
“Why so serious?”
“Why so serious?”
Then he permanently made me smile and now I can’t stop smiling
Well it looks like I have to go
My next plan is now in action
HERE. WE. GO.
I don’t need any friend. It’s been like that forever. Well, it used to be different. In second grade, we had a class pet rabbit. The teacher took care of feeding him, but the students would also give them food. The day before summer break started, the rabbit died. The teacher took him to the vet and the vet said that it died from eating something bad. Then, some boys in my class told the teacher that he saw my group of friend feeding the rabbit the day before, after school. My best friend from that group said that I was the one who told them to feed the rabbit the bad food. Everyone else in the group agreed with her. Then, the teacher told them to leave the classroom, leaving me alone in the room. I called out their name, whimpering, but they never turned their head back. the teacher didn’t believe what I said, and I got summer detention for a whole entire week.
ReplyDeleteAfter the summer break, everything went back to normal. I wasn’t in my old friends’ classes anymore; I didn’t need to see them again. When I thought everything had went back to normal, and I got new friends, a rumor started that I killed the rabbit in my second grade homeroom. They describe me as a mental freak and a psycho killer. All of my new-made friend left me; I was all alone again.
After elementary school, I enrolled a different middle school than the rest of my grade. I lived my life like how I did before that accident. What made me the way I am now you ask? Well, I came home from school one day in eighth grade, and my parents were in a heated discussion. They didn’t hear me coming in the house. I wanted to ask them what happened, but when I was about to open the door, I heard my mom said, “I don’t need her with me. She’ll ruin my new life!” I stopped my hand on the knob and kept on listening. My parents are talking about their divorce, and both of them don’t want me with them. They want a new life, and I am an extra baggage. I ran out of the house barefooted.
Bad enough, it was raining outside too. I thought they loved me! They were supposed to love me; I am their only child! It was the final strike to my miserable enough life. I decided that since they don’t want me, I don’t need them either. I calmed down in a nearby park, and went home again, pretending that I never heard their conversation. I packed some of my cloths, took all of my money and stole all of my parent’s money and bank card. I left a note, saying, “Bye bye losers.” It hurt me to write that to my parents but, I’d rather hurt others than be hurt. That night, I went to the bank, and took out all of my parent’s wealth. I said goodbye to my old life, and started my new life full of hatred for this world.
I’m not going to tell you my name, because you don’t need to know it. I am a very delusional person, I have been crazy since I was born and there is no turning me back. I do have a few friends, although I am hiding something from them. They don’t know that I’m freaking crazy. To them I am just their normal friend who has known them since kindergarten and who they watch Sunday night football with. But they don’t know what is really going through my mind. Sometimes I have dreams at night of murdering a bunch of people in cold blood and then wake up with a giant smile on my face. Sometimes I try to put those ideas to work, but they never happen. I don’t have the resources to do it. I just don’t know why I’m like this, but I’m happy with my self. I do have one friend that is crazy like me, he beliefs the things that I do and sometimes he tries to help me with the planning process. We recently found a person who will supply us with all the weapons we need to start a mass killing. I personally worship Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, the people who shot up columbine high school, and I wanted to do something like that one day. Well maybe soon I’ll put my plan into action; I have been looking into some local elementary schools close by filled with innocent kids and maybe I’ll think of something interesting to do there.
ReplyDeleteThey call me Scar but that’s not my real name. It’s not my real identity because I’m not a real person. I’m the murderer of a game. A game to test the minds of five diseased people. My job is to put these five into unthinkable situations and to see how they will react. I took my job too far…but that’s the beauty of it.
ReplyDeleteBeauty…something I love. And what’s the opposite of beauty? Ugliness. I hate ugly people. That’s why I made these five chose the ugliest one in the group and kill him. I knew who they would choose. And I hate his guts.
Why do I hate ugly people? Back when I was friends with…him, the ugly ones always stepped on me and lowered my self-esteem. That town was filled with humans bearing hideous faces. And they were always jealous of me and how my face wasn’t as revolting as theirs. That’s when they gave me the scars. They cut deep into my skin and left me on the ground bleeding in pain. I never showed my face again. Even now in this game, I cover my face with a mask. A simple mask to resemble my simple life before they destroyed my face…before Peter stood by and did nothing.
Peter…an ugly name for an ugly guy. The game made him and I think that we grew up together. We were supposedly best friends, always doing everything together. But my memory tells me he didn’t do anything when they cut my face with glass and blades. He did nothing and left town the next day. He never came back and we never talked again…until now.
I was in deep thought staring out my window when my bedroom door was slowly opened. A voice struck my ear and I didn’t make a move to acknowledge it. They continued to say my name as I traced a rain drop rolling down my window.
ReplyDelete“Maria? Can you hear me?” The nurse asked me again while slowly stepping into my room.
“Isn’t it lovely?” I asked her while I followed another rain drop.
“Is what lovely?” She asked me in a confused tone.
“The rain. Doesn’t it bring you joy just to see each drop fall to the ground?” I waited for a response, but instead was greeted by silence. “Don’t you love to feel its crisp presence on your skin? Or even how it seems to come just at the right time?”
“Well yes the rain is lovely, but it’s time for your medication.” She said while approaching my bed in a slow pace. I don’t understand why the people here are so scared of me. I’ve never harmed them purposely.
“I no longer wish to take my medicine Ms. Lakes” I replied back in a firm tone while pondering on my next choice.
Her voice began to shake as she got to my bed “Well you must take it.”
“When’s the last time you were outside Ms. Lakes?” I asked.
“An hour ago, but I don’t see how that-““It’s hilarious how I make one mistake and I’m placed into this room, but every day you make millions and you’re able to run free.”
“Enough with this non sense Maria! Now take your-“In a switch movement I had her held by the neck to my face and looked deep into her fear filled eyes.
“You never command me. No one ever commands me” I snapped her neck and lifted up my window. I jumped out and walked slowly through the rain enjoying its feel. I heard the sirens go off and I knew they would be coming for me again. I guess a psychotic murderer is just put up as public enemy number on, huh?
...I like rain too, but I don't think I would snap someone's neck for it...
DeleteIn the mind of Darth Vader, things are messed up. He was tricked by the Emperor to join the Dark Side. He was convinced to join, and being so powerful, he can do whatever he wants. His main goal in the original trilogy was to take over the Galactic Empire. In his head, he thought he killed his pregnant wife, but in reality, she lived and gave birth to his two children, Luke and Leia. At the beginning of the first movie, Darth Vader destroys Leia’s home planet of Alderaan. He was a bad guy until Luke talked him into killing the Emperor, and saving Luke’s life.
ReplyDeleteInside the mind of Darth Vader, there is no good. He tried to rule the galaxy and take over everything. Since he has an evil mind, he tried to convince his own son, who is the last Jedi Knight in the galaxy, into the Dark Side. And because Luke rejected, he would do anything to rule the galaxy as father and son. Because he was tricked into having ultimate power, he joined the Dark Side and dropped everything good in his life. He thought his wife was killed, and didn’t have kids. He was way wrong, and now his own son tried to take down his own father. Darth Vader is a bad villain, but he is also the coolest. He has a red lightsaber, and has the greatest sounding voice in the entire galaxy. Darth Vader is the best villain in the history of villains. Without his voice, he is nothing.
My name is Vann, some may say that I am a villain, but is that true. Am I truly the villain here or is it the corrupt officials that I kill. The media labeled me as a mass murderer and a threat to society. The police made me one of the most wanted men in the state of Pennsylvania. So what if a few people die, they were corrupt men taking advantage of the weak and needy, they deserved what I gave them. Right now I have one in my basement who is just dying to find out what I’m going to do to him. He has no name anymore, just a number, number sixty-eight. He will be the sixty-eighth man that I have killed. I start by cutting off his eyelids so he can watch every last movement I make. I then cut a long strip of skin off of his forearm making sure not to go too deep, that would cause major blood loss and premature death for this subject. I do that around all other major parts of his body leaving the face intact for last. I leave number sixty-eight’s face for last, I keep that after he is dead and the body discarded. He asks why I do this; I simply tell him that it is because he is a horrendous man who abuses his power to control the weak of heart. He asked me to please stop and let him leave; I told him it was too late and it was time for his salt bath. I took a handful of salt and threw it on him and watched him squirm and the blood sizzle like a snail’s when you put salt on it. His screams in agony were like music to my ears, to hear an evil man scream of pain are purely beautiful. Now I take my prize, he is dead and his face is now one of my masks.
ReplyDeleteMy name is Mojo Jojo and I am a notorious chimpanzee mad scientist, trying to take over the world. In order for me to do this though, I need to destroy Townsville and the Powerpuff Girls! They’re always in my way and trying to stop me. Every time I get an idea, somehow they’re informed and I’m caught. I guess I should just retire, considering that I’m five years away from being 50! My weapons consist of large robots and energy weapons. For some reason they never seem to work though. The Powerpuff girls are my arch enemies, and it’s sad that they’re little girls. I used their powers to help build my lair on the top of the Townsville volcano. Their “father” is a professor who created them. So while I’m busy trying to take over the world, I created my own version of the Powerpuff Girls. My little creations are called the RowdyRuff Boys. There’s three of them who look really similar to each girl, Boomer, Brick, and Butch. They can work on taking them out, while I conquer Townsville and the universe. The older I get, the harder everything becomes. One day I will finally reach my goal, as long as those pesky little girls are out of the picture. I have one final plan in mind though, that may finally work. I’ve lived my entire life since I was twenty trying to figure out a way to defeat the girls once and for all. I plan on making a huge robot that will kidnap the Powerpuff Girls and keep them underground. That’s seem like a good plan, hopefully it all works out. Keep in mind, I am bad. I am evil. I am MOJO JOJO.
ReplyDeleteEver since Jerry was younger he has always had an idea of taking over the world. He joined science fairs with his creations. He was a smart man just didn’t use common sense when it came to planning and putting his ideas. He would come up with creations sitting in a basement all day. He has tried to take over the world many times but always failed. There was one person that always tried to stop him from finishing or starting his evil plans. His name was Terry; he was a supper dog that worked for a company of putting evil villains in jail. Jerry wants to take over the world to get back at everyone picking on him when he was younger. He would get picked on every single day, he would let it get to him but as he got older he decided to get back at all of the people that picked on him during his school years. He believes that if he gets back at everyone than they will respect him and say sorry for the damage they have caused him during his childhood and young adult hood. But what he doesn’t know is that if he does take over the world more people would try to get him so that everything would be better and not as bad. He even goes to evil villain conventions and learns how he can become a better villain. He isn’t the mean type of villain; he is the nerdy type that just thinks he knows what he is doing. There is no villain out there like him.
ReplyDeleteUgh! Batman is back, I thought that I destroyed him. I killed so many people in the area, bombed hospitals and kidnapped people just to make it seem like he was the one doing all the harm and not I, not Joker! Ha-ha. I hate him so much; he made me look like the bad guy all the time. Sometimes I just wanted everything in the world and have people fear me and give me things for free that way I won’t have to pay but then people started over-reacting, like come on I put a fake gun to their heads, it was no big deal. While I was growing up I didn’t have everything I wanted or needed and we lived in a very poor neighborhood ugh it was disgusting I couldn’t stand it. Every time I went to school everyone was looking nice and everyone smelled really good unlike me who didn’t shower for days. I would have older and younger kids beat me up and throw me in the trash can saying that I must belong from trash because I smelled like trash; it was the worst years of my life! Now that I have a chance to get whatever I want people like batman want to take things like that away from me. I can’t stand him I want to get rid of him but he never budges, he doesn’t even save the world he just saves a city, what kind of super hero is that he should just be called “Neighborhood Watch” ha-ha
ReplyDeleteHi my name is Sonia. Most people call me the trust maker and breaker. I like to mess with people’s heads and ruin their lives. What motivates me to do this is the joy I get when I see girls suffer from the pain their true love gave them because of me. I don’t find shame in what I do; I find it quite amusing actually. First, I befriend a girl going through a tough time in her life. She has to be going through some relationship troubles; she also has to be depressed. This is a key factor in what I do, they have to be depressed and on the verge of suicide for me to go and ‘help’ them. This makes their barrier of trust weak, and they’ll accept anyone as their friend as long as they comfort them. This is where I come in. I walk up to her and just talk to her and let her vent about her feelings. Let her tell me all of her deepest secrets, at this point I’m basically her best friend. I then wait a couple weeks and sleep with her boyfriend. The point of all of this is that I build up her trust and then destroy it. It’s such an exhilarating feeling, watching a girl in her saddest state. Not only one trust was broken, two was broken. And they were both from the people she least expected. That’s what makes this fun, it’s a game. I mainly use my charm and seduction to get the job done, I’m a monster and I love destroying the lives of innocent, sad, lonely girls.
ReplyDeleteWhy does he always get to be the one that is admired? Why does he get to be King? It is an abomination! Completely ridiculous! He had a son the other day and now he will end up taking control over the land. How does that even seem fair? First of all, I am three years older than Mufasa! Yet I was always judged or compared to Mufasa. “Mufasa this”, “Mufasa that”, “Scar, how come you can’t be more like Mufasa?” I’m sick and tired of all the comparisons between us. We are different lions, I am not Mufasa and he is not me. I need to come up with a plan to get rid of him and Simba. Hmmmmm, what can I do to get rid of them both at the same time? I’ve got it! I will have those stupid Hyenas start a stampede and make sure he is there to get trampled. But if he somehow gets away I will push him over a cliff just to be sure that he is dead. Yes that works out so well. Now to think about what I will do with Simba. Hmmm, maybe I can try and get him to be down by the stampede and oh! I will send Simba to be in front of the stampede and Mufasa will want to save him. And if for some reason he does save him, I will have to tell him that his father’s death was his fault. He will run away and never come back. Yes that will work out nicely.
ReplyDeleteHello, my name is Allie but my evil name is the Sapphire Woman. This is my first Villain Anonymous meeting and I really hope that I can find my sanity here. I would say that my… villainous behavior started when I was a child. So what if I tied a few kids to the flag pole, or set the teacher on fire… I might have even blown up a car or two but no one got seriously hurt! As I grew old, other girls my age started wearing makeup and putting on perfume. I found it more fun to put makeup on the walls, as a form of art of course, and perfume made the perfect flame thrower! I decided to become a villain after college. I attended the villain’s convention that was in Dallas and I felt that for the first time in my life, I was surrounded by people who shared in my same intentions. It was the Dynamo Emperor who really helped me pursue my dreams. He helped me get on my feet, finding me a lair, and even my first arch nemesis. I decided that my platform would be that I stole all the precious gems from every museum in the entire world. I am here now because, during my first heist I was caught… apparently you have to be relatively sneaky while trying to steal something that is under surveillance. That is something that Dynamo Emperor must had left out. I hope that by coming to the VA meetings that I will be able to be a normal person who can live normally in society.
ReplyDeleteI sat in the cold white tile floor looking at my blood drenched hands. I touched the wall with my palm and smeared it across the white paint. I stared at it. Now it was tainted. Now it wasn’t perfect. It was stained and unnatural.
ReplyDeleteJust like me.
I watched it as a single drop rolled down the wall. It wasn’t the walls fault that it wasn’t perfect though. It was mine. I damaged the wall, and there was nothing it could’ve done to stop me. It was defenseless.
So who was it that ruined me? I couldn’t have been this way when I was born. Everyone is born pure, just like this wall was completely white when it was first painted. So who was it that stained me? Who corrupted my innocence? Who made me the way I am?
I turned away from the wall and walked away to the dead woman lying on the table in front of me. It hadn’t been her. She wasn’t the one who did it. But I believed she was. That’s why I killed her. For a split second she reminded me of someone. Someone who made me the way I am. A tear dropped from my eyes as I pictured this woman, this stranger, saying the words my mind constantly plays over and over.
“Just your face disgusts me,” her lifeless body sneered at me. “You are why I wake up every morning and wish I were dead. This is your fault. You were nothing but a mistake.”
I heard the gunshot booming in my head. And I could see the blood from the woman in my memories pouring out of the head of the woman on the table and I screamed, unable to control myself any longer.
Looking closer, he could see a few figures walking the perimeter of the small house on the farm.
ReplyDeleteGathus started towards the farm through the corn when a scream came from the house and echoed through the night. He immediately crouched down, his injured leg throbbing with objection. He gripped it tightly to numb the pain and peered through the crops. Only a few yards away, he saw three masked and cloaked figures. Each of them sported different masks (they were too far away to describe) but had matching cloaks. He could barely see them! The cloaks were black, but a mystic black, a colorless void.
Two of the bigger figures, clearly men, were standing with their arms crossed facing the house. Another figure, slimmer and a bit shorter, held the door of the house open, laughter slightly muffled by his mask. Two more of the cloaked figures emerged from the house, one of average build and one with a woman’s figure. They dragged a man and a woman behind them.
The woman screamed bloody murder as she was dragged out. “Let us go! You can’t do this to us!”
The woman dragging her lifted her by her hair so that they were face to face.
“Listen, if you don’t shut the hell up, I can make this a lot more painful than I’m supposed to. Got it?”
“Rose, be quiet!” The man being dragged coughed out, along with some blood. The figure dragging him kicked him in his ribs with a loud THUD!
“Now don’t you get chatty, too!” The man said as he kicked the other man again. “You were so quiet, I was kinda starting to like you!”
One of the larger men that had been waiting outside shoved his two associates over and took the man and woman by the hair, dragging them in front of the other man he’d been waiting with.
“Will both of you quit the damn banter and just sit them up!? ”
The woman leapt back to her feet almost immediately. “Can I kill the bitch? Oh, can I please?!”
The other large man shoved her backwards and the slim man that had been holding the door held her arms behind her back.
“You’re too messy, Raven. You know they don’t let you handle the executions.”
“But they look like so much fun!”
“They’re not gutting them or anything.”
“Why not? Gutting is even more fun!”
The man sighed and tightened his grip. “Exacly.”
Why does everyone consider me a villain? I don’t want to be evil, it’s just I hate everyone in this world. Do you ever see how people act around the world? On a busy street they don’t care who they really run into, they don’t care about anyone just themselves. What I do is trying and gets rid of those obnoxious people. But if I try and kill just one person that lives an awful life everyone goes up and complains about me. Everyone says that I am a villain. I do bad things but always for the betterment of the human race. The world would be so much better without people who care only for themselves. My new plan will kill everyone that is useless in this world. The world would become such a better place for everyone. The plan would be very simple. Why would anyone want to stop me? The main difference between everyone else and me is that I’m not afraid to put my thoughts into actions. Everyone probably thinks the same thing that I am thinking. They don’t want to be annoyed with people in the world that only care about themselves. I am a villain for the people and no one gets that. I try to help people. I don’t like being a bad guy but someone needs to do the dirty work in the world. It’s not fair to me since I am doing everyone a huge favor.
ReplyDeleteI’d introduce myself, but to honest, I’d rather not. It’s not my name that shames me, but rather the story that come with it. Once, in my youth, my title came with praise, with joy, with pride. But it seems that I’ve made mistakes and erased what was left of my good name. I suppose you wonder what I may have done to deserve such isolation and disappointment from modern day society. I’ll give you a look into my past if you promise not to judge.
ReplyDeleteI was born into a loving family: a mother and a father that did nothing but lift me high above all else. They truly did support me in everything I do. I know, it sounds a bit lame to say, but I’ll admit, my parents were my best friends. With their love and support, I was the highest achiever in my class, and an award winning painter starting at only have 8. My family was ideal. I could feel the jealousy of the other kids, of the other parents, and especially my next door neighbors who were clearly living in a broken home. I suppose this jealousy was what brought upon the dark day.
I was sent off to school as normal with kisses from mom and a hug from dad. Little did I know that when I came home, laying cold as stone on the floor would be the corpses of the parents I loved. A note found between their two, blood-seeping bodies, read “A happy home? Not anymore.” At age 16, I was enraged and I knew exactly who had done this. I grabbed the knife from my mother’s chest and marched over to the gloomy home of my next-door neighbors. The wide smile of the 15-year-old son that attended my school appeared in the door way. He was fully aware that I knew he was the culprit of this life shattering crime. With tears in my eyes, I did to him the injustice which he served my parents. What I didn’t expect was the rush that came from this. I felt sorrow and remorse and frustration from the sudden loss of my parents. I was seeking compensation, but in addition, I felt a certain high that I had only experienced on Sundays out with my parents. I felt as if I had saved him from his suffering. This home, next to mine, would no longer be filled with unhappiness again.
From that moment, I became who I am today. I’ve become a murderer. Perhaps a piece of me feels that I am doing a service to this world. Perhaps somewhere deep down I truly do believe that I am ridding the world of unhappiness and broken families. If I remove those brining sadness to this earth, there will be only happy families right? The sad truth is that I know my actions are in no way justified, yet I cannot help myself. I struggle day in and day out to fight the urge inside of me to kill. I no longer want to sneak into homes, knife in hand, and take the lives of those unhappy. People know of me now. People fear me, yet none of them understand me. Nobody can hear my cries for help over the cries of those I kill.
my name is Shredder your probably wondering why my name is Shredder well i have alot sharp objects that are on my costume that's where i got the the name Shredder from but i really really hate those dang turtles Leonardo Donatello Raphael And Michelangelo And that dang rat master splinter everytime i have a magnificent plan they come in and ruin it. any ways they but this time i have a wonderful plan and cannot fail me now i will capture master splinter and lure the turtles in when they want to save their precious little master and then boom! me and my new army will defeat them and capture them to. then nothing will stop me from taking over the world and then i will be crowned emperor shredder and will go as the worlds first great ruler evr and i will become the first ruler of the universe and i will prevail over the turtles and over anyone who will attempt to stand in my way for that matter and then everybody will know the name Emperor Shredder.
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ReplyDeleteI am inside of you
Your worst nightmare
Yet you let me in here yourself.
I am your best friend
Your closest acquaintance
Thank you for giving me your heart to keep
You pierced your soul with the rusted needle
And through the holes I threaded the strings
Attached to this wood that I hold in my hand
And I pull on the ropes and you dance like a marionette
A toy, a doll
My toy, my doll
You look up at me as I move you to and fro,
Smiling hopefully as if hoping for a reassuring gesture.
You desire something from me, I know
“Are you proud of me?” you ask
You do not fear me
But you should
Am I proud of you?
You have done nothing besides betray your creator
You want me to be your father,
But you have disowned the only one who ever really loved you
You are nothing
You are a worthless rag doll
Serving no purpose
The strings that tug on your soul
Rip and tear away at your heart
And there is nothing you can do.
When you realize this,
You curse me.
You blame me for your pain.
You point your finger and cry.
But I did nothing.
The needle you hold is what did this
You let me in
And here I will stay,
Welcoming you to your personal Hell.
So you slide
Downward into anger, rage, depression, and hate
And I feed off of your pain
Off of your sorrow
I consume all of your hatred
And it makes me strong.
Once you were loved
But now you are nothing but a feast
A four course meal for me to inhale
Your pain, it tastes like honey.
Your regret, it tastes like candy
Your depression tastes like heaven again
And the knife in your hands is the icing on the cake
As you move it towards your heart
I close my eyes
Waiting for the rush of sheer pleasure
As another life is taken
By the hand of she who should have cherished it most
But suddenly the wood in my hand feels light
My doll, what has happened?
How did you cut the strings you wove?
The knife drops to the ground, and it all becomes clear
As I see that you are not alone
The man standing with you, I know his face
You are lost now,
Lost to love
And there is nothing I can do
But retreat into my cave and wait.
The needle is still in your pocket
And I will return
My little marionette,
My precious darling…
You will be mine
You may think the your fight is over
But in reality
It has only begun.
I am Dr. Pain, and if you’re reading this, I most likely despise you. I’ve always hated people. Always. Well, at least the happy ones. They just take up room on this planet and have no purpose. Their eerie smiles, their constant laughter—I shudder at just thinking about it. However, thanks to me, I’ll never have to think about it ever again, for after today, everyone on Earth will turn sour. The way things are supposed to be.
ReplyDeleteSee, I was happy once. Back in my youth—junior year in college—I fell in love with Juliana. Oh, Juliana. Her smile was sweet and so was her laughter; she gave life meaning. She was my everything—my shining sun during the day, my gleaming moon at night. I knew what happiness was . . . but she broke my heart. Oh, Juliana. Her crooked smile, her annoying laughter. I despise love. I despise happiness. Neither of them exists. Neither of them last.
And nobody will ever experience either of them ever again.
For the past 40 years, I have been working on the ultimate scheme. I’ve created Gloom 3000—a machine that can permanently wipe smiles off the face of the planet. Nobody will experience happiness or love again. It’s not fair that others can experience emotions I will never feel again. If I cannot feel the warmth of happiness, nobody should either.
In only 24 hours, the incessant days of hard work will finally come to an end.
I walked along the neighbor hood, carefully searching for my target. It was a dark, quiet night, and the world was asleep. Now was the perfect time for me to do my business. The gun in my hands felt heavier as I walked on. Should I be doing this? Is this a good idea? I heard my father’s voice in my head, saying over and over again, “This is your mission, you must accomplish it. I’ll be watching you.” He had died very recently, but his voice still haunts me to this day.
ReplyDeleteAll of my life, I spent my days concealing all my anger and hurt. Everything in my childhood made me angry; being forced to live up to society, and never take a toe out of line. I was constantly surrounded by a bunch of brainless people, who always followed the rules and acted like “good citizens.” I was always the outcast, and constantly made fun of for the clothes I wore. It used to weaken me, but I soon came to realize how stupid those people were. Who Ever Said that males and females had to wear a certain type of chlothing, or have certain interests? Throughout the years, I grew more and more infuriated and disgusted, which made me who I am now; an assacen. I know, whenever you hear that, you automaticly think “She’s crazy! She just goes around killing people for no reason! She should be arrested.” What you don’t know, is that the people I kill have a reason to be dead. My dream in life is to kill anyone who looked like they had just let society mold and shape them, which was a ton of people. Once those people are gone though, there will only be whoever is considered abnormal. Then, we will have a society where it won’t matter how odd you dress, or how strange your personality may be. The only question was, what to do? How to start?
As I walked, my eyes fell on a school building. The rage rose up in me once again, for this was the place where everyones’ minds are shaped to fit into the crowd. Then, I knew this was the perfect place to start. I hid behind the “perfect” looking trees that were planted near the building, and waited until morning came. I shivvered as I waited, and thought about how I would go into the building. Should I make a dramatic approach, or try to sneak in? It would b very difficult to sneak in, but no one ever said this job was easy.
A few hours later, I heard childrens’ footsteps walking up the steps to the building. I stood up and saw that the doors were open. When the sound quieted, I knew this was my chance. I quickly went in before the door shut and made sure my rifle was loaded. Taking aim, I raced for the hustle and bustle of students and teachers. Imediately, the students were taken to classrooms, where they would all be safe and now. Didn’t these people know they were ruining society, and I was killing them for their own good?
I went to the nearest locked door and shot. With a bang, the door came down, and there was screaming everywhere. That didn’t matter to me at all. I continued taking aim and shooting until someone grabbed me by the shoulders. The rifle fell out of my hands as I was being jerked around. I tried fighting back, but this man was much stronger than I was.
I felt metal handcuffs around my wrists, and I knew I had obviously failed. As I was being taken to the croozer outside, I thought to myself “I’m more brainless than these people are.” I knew I could have done better than just running into the crowd and shooting. Now, I would never be able to change our world for the better; instead, I would be kept away from the brainless, willing fools.
Everyone always automatically writes off the villain in a movie or story as being heartless, evil and immoral. No one ever seems to care about why they are the way they are. Nor do they ever consider if the villain may not particularly enjoy being wicked. I would know this firsthand, as I am in the villain in the popular story and movie, “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.” Being the evil queen has brought me nothing but misery. The audience always seems to despise me. When I see the faces of the people watching the movie or reading the story when I appear, they repeatedly give disapproving looks my way. They do not even know me and yet they seem prone to or even expected to hate me right from the beginning. No one ever gives me a chance to explain why I am the way I am. Personally, I feel that I had a right to poison Snow White with the apple, but no one ever seems to agree with me. First of all, I have severe issues in constantly having to be number one in everything that I do. I do not consider this to be a detrimental aspect of myself. I believe that being competitive is actually healthy in some ways and will often result in success for an individual. I just felt threatened when my magic mirror told me that Snow White was the fairest one in the land. Naturally, this greatly upset me as I was used to being the fairest. She just came in and took the tile right out from underneath me. I did not find this fair! In response, I sent out a huntsman to kill her. I knew that I had to do whatever it took to get rid of my competition. I do agree that my method may have been a little extreme, but I felt that it was the only solution. When that technique did not succeed, I formulated a new plan that I believed to be foolproof and quite genius on my part. I especially enjoy that part when I turn myself into an old hag, but, of course, the audience just develops a stronger hatred towards me because of it. Despite my efforts, Snow White just had to be freed from the curse caused by eating the poison apple when her true love came into the picture. Everyone is ecstatic and rapturous and they forget about me. At that point, I am feeling pretty sorry for myself but does anyone care? No, no one ever does.
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ReplyDeleteHe was a sweet person before she left him. This villain is named la loco he’s known by the name the killer. He never used to be a killer but after one of his love one left him he got crazy, and then he found out that his friends wore fake so he got crazier. Know he’s quite in school and out of school, but if you disrespect him he would come after you and you will see blood. Life was beautiful for him, he had a best friend and that’s all he wanted but some people don’t know the meaning of friendship so after his best friend left him he never believed anyone nor trusted anyone. He rides alone and he will die alone unless someone special come into his life and change him. When he sees people that disrespect him he will come after you and he would teach you a lesson. He doesn’t kill the people that diss him, he goes after them and he makes them go through hell and he makes them suffer at the end. All this man wanted is love but he didn’t get it from anyone. He will sit and think of a plan to kill someone or make them suffer, if it takes him years and months to think of a plan he would think of one and he will come after you he would never forget you. His mind is like a memory card he would remember you forever till he deletes you. Don’t mess with the killer unless you like to play a game.
My plan is a very complicated one. Few great minds can understand the strong motivation behind it and the exponential good it will do for the world. My plan is to have the entire population of the world under my control. This world is too evil for people to have their own intentions. Hate, murder, sinning, greed and so much more is prevalent wherever you go. These outstanding crimes against us revoke humanity the right to think for themselves. Hate will always be in this world; it greatly outweighs the good. Too many people are hurt every day, so I will put an end to this. My special contraption can put the entire world under my trance. It will be perfect. Follow me and you can share in this great quest. The reality we live in is worthless and should be destroyed. The heartbreak that people feel is too great and they shouldn’t have to feel that. The loss of happiness is a simple sacrifice, a sacrifice that should be given with great pleasure. I lost the love of my life because I couldn’t protect her. In this new world, she will be reborn and everything will be perfect because there will be no bad decisions, or unhappiness, just a pure, perfect life.
ReplyDeleteMisunderstood is a word I would use to describe myself. Definitely, misunderstood. I mean, like, I get it: I’m a villain, I’m a bad guy. Yeah, I’ve got that whole image going on, but that does not mean I’m really all that terrible. You people have got to cut me a break from time to time. Take for example, that time I threatened to blow up the Earth. Did you seriously think I was going to do that? Come on. I LIVE ON EARTH TOO. WHY WOULD I BLOW UP MY HOME PLANET? Clearly, that was for dramatic effect. I was in a bad mood that day. I just wanted to see people panic. Is that really such a crime? Okay, don’t answer that. Not to mention, who even has that kind of technology? This is not some comic book, this is real life. Jesus.
ReplyDeleteEverybody is always talking about these superheroes. They are just so great, aren’t they? But nobody ever wants to talk to me. They just focus on all the bad things. Nobody ever asks about the motive. Maybe there’s a reason I do the things I do. Not like anyone cares. Maybe I had a rough childhood. Maybe my girlfriend left me. Maybe I lost my day job. But all anybody cares about is the fact that one time I took a school bus full of little kids hostage, or the time I tried to burgle the museum. Seriously? But the minute some stupid hero in tights swoops in to save they day that’s all anybody can talk about. Everybody wants to know all about the tragedy that made them into who they are today or whatever. You’re telling me those “good guys” don’t have some dark secrets lurking in their pasts? Yeah, okay.
Few say that I’m a villain, but I’m not. Did I kill people? Yes. Did I devastate towns? Yes. Does the public know that it was me? No. They think that it was my friend who did it. I framed him. Why? I’m lonely. I only wanted him to be with me. Forever. What are a couple of lives to me? As long as I have my best friend with me, I don’t care. Nobody suspects a thing. Not even my friend. Maybe one day I can tell him, when he’s ready of course. Maybe then he’ll like me even more. I did it all for my best friend after all. Speaking of which, my work is never done. That mean girl keeps bullying my friend. Why won’t she leave him alone? Is it because my friend told the prison guards about how the girl was stealing things? I guess I can’t help but get rid of her too. Nobody bullies my friend when I’m around! After all, I’m the superhero! My friend always told me that because I always had to take care of him when we were little. When he moved away I got so lonely, so I decided to bring him to me. That’s why the man with the eye patch calls me a villain. Humph. He should talk. He’s on death row. I did what I did because I love my friend. I need him and he needs me. Even if I have to kill, I’ll never let him out of my sight. Never again.
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