LANGUAGE WARNING I've chased this woman down for years. Every single innocent person she killed, my pure hatred for her grew. That rage built over the years, until finally, finally, I caught her. She was in the palm of my hand. She was tied to a chair, that horrid smirk still on her burned cheeks. "Every day, you killed someone." "I know." "Every. Day." "Yes." Still smirking. "What you did was wrong!" "I know.~" "You can change. You can try if you want to!" "I don't. If I change, you'll have to throw away who I am, and I won't do that." I sighed and turned around to face her. I pointed my gun at her head, right between her eyes. She laughed. "You wouldn't. You're too good for this. You couldn't kill someone." The sound of the gunshot echoed through the room, through my body, through her head. And she went limp. "*****."