They called me a villain, but all I saw were the blind, groping hands of the masses, patting themselves on the back for their mediocrity. They didn’t see the world as I did: a tapestry of potential, a canvas waiting for the masterstroke of chaos. I, Victor Malachi, was the artist they feared. And tonight, I would paint my masterpiece.

From my penthouse overlooking the city, I surveyed my kingdom....

Null felt ugly today. Ugly and small. He had woken up in one of those moods again. He wanted to destroy something. Or someone. It seemed that life had conspired, yet again, to piss him off for no reason at all. Because life was unfair. And because since the day he was born, he had been plagued with a seething _fury_ that had no rhyme or reason — it just appeared, unbidden, like the ex you broke up...

"Well, well, look at you, laid out like a sucker who walked into the wrong neighborhood. Vulnerable, exposed. Bet you're wondering how I got this close, huh? Let me tell you, it was a breeze. Getting past your so-called security, slipping in under the radar—it’s what I do. I can get in anywhere, anytime. And now, here you are, completely in my hands. You could try to fight, scream for help, but yo...

I’m going to win

Even if I have to begin again

I will not lose

I’ll pillage and abuse

I’m the villain

Not me but him

He’s the winner

I’m the sinner...

As i see the woman cry

as i see the kids walk back

and they’re faces as they held on to the cops

i discover no one’s fake

Ok, how do i explain

It’s just that every human thinks the same

But sometimes we don’t know how to act

There are these things called misunderstandings

There is also something called childhood

Everyone acts so their hearts and soul feel good

There are introverts and extroverts...

I've always been fascinated by the perfect crime, the kind that leaves everyone baffled, whispering in dark corners about the one who got away. They call me the Phantom, a name I've earned for my ability to vanish into the night after executing the most elaborate heists.

Tonight, the city is alive with the buzz of oblivious prey, and I'm ready to strike again. The target: a priceless painting, wh...

Hector stared at the large screen in front of him and tapped a finger on the armrest of his black chair repeatedly. A news report was playing from the east side of Waterdales low income neighborhoods. Condemned buildings and crumbling bridges were the backdrop as the reporter read her speech, “Mayor Hurley Muriel has already been on site, but could only comment that the city didn’t have the budget...

I had gotten into another fight with my twin brother Sebastian I dont want to talk about it though, so as I always do when I get mad I come here to a lake which, as far as Im concerned, only I knew about. it was dark and gloomy the sand looked like the night sky the lake looked like an eternal abyss, the trees surrounded it engulfing the lake in shadows with the slightest bit of sunlight peaking t...

I knew the moment they knocked on my door, they were here for her. Of course they were. The girl has lived such a charmed life, why would that stop now? Yet, I couldn’t help myself-I had to give my own daughters a chance. They deserve one last shot at an easy, beautiful life.

That’s all I ever wanted for them. My darling girls are the best things this world has ever created. I wept with joy the ...

I look out of my window and see kids playing on playground and families all around talking. I hear the sounds of children playing games and singing. My body starts to see thing’s with anger and I feel a vain starting pop out of my forehead. I made snarling growl and quickly close the curtains of my window.

“Ugh. Those people are sooo-“

Sol pushes my room door wide open

“-so, so… HAPPY and CHEE...