The Worst Villain is The Greatest Hero?

[Zane Cadieux] :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: People are pathetic. They fear everything. They fear the darkness. They fear exposure. They fear heights. They fear closed spaces. They fear ghosts. They fear the loss of loved ones. They fear failure. They fear 'DEATH.' Zenith of all fears. The people who knew it fell into my clutches. It was in early childhood that I knew 'Fear controls everyone and everything.' If you control a person's fear, you control the 'people' themselves. I, Zane, stood at a place far from anybody's grasp. I was 'Fear' myself. I had an unusual genetic disorder called Urbach-Wiethe disease. In my childhood, it destroyed both sides of my amygdala (in the brain). This resulted in me having no fear or rather no emotions. It was no coincidence nor was it my destiny. This was all the result of a disease. And it was far from over. My skin developed multiple lesions and other skin diseases. Leaving me a disfigured and disgusting face. I was hollow inside and disgusting outside. I was treated worse than s**t. Bullied and beaten. Labeled a psychotic maniac. I was even pissed on. And it only got worse. But they did not know what devil they had just created. I was emotionless. I neither felt angry nor was I afraid. Out of curiosity, once I tried an experiment. And returned the same of what was done to me to test how "normal" people reacted in my place. For the first time, I felt something burning. Deep inside my heart. I saw their eyes filled with 'Fear.' And I felt it... The l**t. Lust for the "fear in their eyes." I ruined them, skinned them, and even killed them. Until no one was left. I lusted the look in their eyes when they saw me. They feared me. I licked the people's smeared blood as it splashed on my face. I became high on that feeling. I lost myself in that feeling. My 'only feeling.' I abandoned my humanity. Years passed by. I still feel the same when I look at their faces. I was named the worst criminal in history. 'Ravana: The Hindu Demon God (King).' My criminal pseudonym. I was abhorred and feared all around the world as the most vicious criminal. This led to the situation I was in now. "Ravana step out of the building with your hands up in the air. You have been surrounded by multiple agents. Cooperate with us. We have the permission to 'Fire at sight.'" Came a loud voice from a loudspeaker. I casually walked towards the entrance with my hands in the pockets of my 'Kiton' double-breasted suit. (Hah, What a nice scene.) I casually made a remark. I took in the scene in front of me. Multiple black SUVs, numerous cops with their guns pointed at me. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: "Ravana, cooperate with us. You are arrested on the charges of 'murder, assault, r**e, and 7 other crimes.'" The cop with the loudspeaker said. He then signaled his colleagues with his hand to move forward slowly with their guns pointed at me. Finding my cue, I flung out my Gold-Inlaid Colt Model 1849 Pocket Revolver from the inner coat pocket and pointed it at them. Smirking. Seeing my g*n pointed at them. Eyes widened. Hands shivered ever-so-slightly. The cops shuddered at the sight of the legendary weapon responsible for taking more than twenty civilians. It was infamously named 'The Reaper's Gun.' (Kekekeke...) I laughed as I reminisced this feeling. (Ah, the sight of their trembling hands with their guns pointed at me.) I imagined what my life would have been without that damned curse. I remembered when I wished nothing more than to just have a peaceful and 'normal' life. Smiling, I pointed my g*n to my head and said, " Remember me. My name is Zane." This was the first time in years that I heard that name. My disfigured face obscured my real identity. That's when I took on the name of "Ravana - The Incarnation of Fear on earth." (heh! So cringe.) Then, I pulled the trigger. BANG!!! I felt warm blood as it gushed out of my open head. It trickled down my body as I fell down. After what felt like an eternity, the cold embrace of death welcomed me. I died. Without any speck of guilt or remorse. Zane Cadieux a.k.a. 'Ravana' was pronounced dead on the night of 27th September 20XX. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Death. What is Death? I was curious about this new 'experience.' But it was far from my expectations. Nothingness. Yes, that's what it was. There was no color of death nor black nor white. Just plain and simple nothingness. In the vast space, I floated about. I had no hands, no legs, no heart, no brain. Every second that passed felt like an eternity. I felt frustrated. (What is this!!? Where is the hell? Where is the speck of light in the darkness which was supposed to guide me?) After that, I tried to keep account of my time here through simple counting. 'One, Two, Three, Four, Five... Four Thousand thirty-four Four Thousand thirty-five Four Thousand thirty-six... :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Three million six twenty-eight thousand and eighty-one... Then suddenly, I felt something. I felt my legs. 'That's right, legs!!!' I was too excited. But when I tried to move my legs. !!! I found they were bound in something slimy. I tried jerking it but found out my strength was beyond pathetic. My legs weren't even in my proper control. Observing, I went into deep thought. That's when it struck me. '3682080 seconds = 6 weeks' !!! I was astonished. I panicked when I realized what had happened. I was a... !!!FETUS!!! It takes about 6 weeks for the human embryo to form its legs. I tried to calm myself, 'Let's not jump to any conclusions. About one week from now I am supposed to form my webbed hands 'IF' my hypothesis is correct. So, again... Three million six eighty-two thousand and hundred twenty-two... One Week Later They were there!!! My hands had grown out. Albeit, they were connected and far weaker than my legs. I was RIGHT!!! For the first time in my entire being, I felt something. Something, an EMOTION!!!. Anxiety. Yes, it was a wonderful moment. I savored it to the very end. I was cured. Cured. CURED!!! I can feel it. I can finally feel what others said they felt. EMOTIONS Finally, I could have a 'normal life.' It didn't matter if I was born in the desolate Thar desert or the Amazonian Jungle. I just hoped. I hoped, "Maybe... it's possible for me to live happily." Avery Village The midwife held the baby up as it cried. She called out to her employer, "Madam, you have given birth to a beautiful boy~~." The midwife smiled as she looked at the exhausted face of the young mother with a faint smile. The young woman felt exhausted. But after looking at the face of her baby. She gave a satisfied and affectionate smile. And called out to him. "Elijah..."   ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::