Maybe I just needed a lie to keep telling myself. Maybe I just needed an excuse to keep doing what I do.

Because I liked it.

I liked serving justice by my own hands. But is it justice when I direct my wrath to people who don't deserve the same end as him?

The blood dripping from my fingertips and forming a dark pool of blood on the gravel is innocent. But they can't know that. They will never know that.

The ones who see me as their super-man.