text: \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ They say that the hero will always win at the end. It’s treated as the truth, a universal law that dictates history, a dogma that most of us believe. Yet, we fail to ask ourselves what a hero is. What goodness is. Isn’t it ultimately just a question of perspective? A passing opinion in the infinity of time? Morals change. Humanity changes. What is true evil? Why is a murder just when another isn’t? What defines goodness? What defines morality? Who are we to judge? Ignorance! Arrogance! Impertinence! How do *YOU* dare to judge *me*? INSOLENT *FOOL*! *MAGGOT*! This world is mine. I *will* rewrite history - and *you*, you won't be there to watch. The world turns black. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ **Birth:** \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ The engine whined in pain as the speeder-bike came to a full stand-still, its headlight painting the rusty wall in a surreal red shimmer. A woman dressed in black smoothly floated down the saddle, her ravishing black hair putting darkness itself to shame. The revolvers on her belt made it apparent that she was no ordinary woman, but the emblem on her chest made it clear. She was a headhunter. Shaken by the sight of beauty and danger the tall man gasped for a second, spellbound by awe and fear. She had cut off his escape route. Fight or flight? The question thrilled through his mind. The bag with the ancient artifact resting upon his back. A thought he would not process any further, as cold steel pierced his forehead. Shaken by the pure force of the impact his head snapped backward, painting the walls in vibrant colors - a red summer rain. His mind was long gone when black heels kicked over his lifeless body in pure disgust, his face stuck in puddle of rain, dirt, rat excrements - and his own blood. As she opened the bag a diabolical smile slathered her face. It was her turn. The jobs never paid well. Not for what they encompassed, but now - now her dreams were in her grasp. A formidable screech of pain escaped her mouth as she rammed the artifact into her chest. The transformation happened in an instant. Black dark wings brutally broke through her back, cowering together like a newborn in fetal position. As she rose up, she felt power rushing through her body, shivering in pain, twitching in anticipation. She slammed her head into the air, her eyes fixated on the dark skies. She knew that the world had changed this very instant. Eyes wide open she saw the night painted in new colors, like no human would be able to fathom. Her arms were lifted in embrace of these new emotions she felt. The wind, the darkness, the stale air, the lingering smell of blood. It all had become part of her. Entwined with the world, overwhelmed by its macabre beauty, her wings snapped open - tearing crumbling scars into the dirty walls of the small alley. A deep breath filled her lungs as she leapt into the sky, leaving behind the lifeless body, the dirty alley and the righteous person she used to be. In this very instant - a new villain was born.