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"A-r-re you saying that I a-a-am a traitor??"

"No, child. It is your innocence that let you be blinded by the so-called justice you seek from this world. How is a single man's death suppose to fix poverty? Illness of all sorts? Pollution?"

"No...."

"Yes, now strapped with this bomb, I shall end the ongoing wars, the up-coming famines, the crooked racism... when all we could have done was.... just to be heard."

"PLEASE! NO! I CAN'T! I AM SO SORRY! I DIDN'T-"

"How could you have known? You are just a child wearing a commander's boots. Rest while you can. For your time will come with applause, while mine shall end with a boom. "

the story is that the child will just get usual claps and pat at back for killing the villain cuz the society knows now how to exploit his naive and innocences for their work to be finished. Villain who thought that the society reformed cuz of the child, was ready to ask for forgiveness only to realize that it had been the same just the way he had let it all behind.

He could have been the only one to open the child's eye to the scrutiny of the current unending nightmares around the world.... but alas he was too late...

I rate it 6\10. -3 because I'm tired of this kind of development, -1 for using caps and bold.

hmm......makes sense. I had another one which is a bit cringey but whatever. I am best at embarrassing myself.

It's alright. I didn't find it cringey.

"Yes. I am finally free..." I spoke out those words that I have been yearning for the past 5 years. After deceiving him for the past month, I managed to get his armour off for the first time.

I sat over his bare body, blood quickly soaking into his robes.

Though the colors changed from white to red, his smile didn't.

"Why are you...still...smiling?" I continued slashing his chest open, muscles turned into silky ribbons of crimson, splattering all over me.

The crude man, who had locked me up and sported my hatred for living finally spoke his final words. He had his ways with my body.

But not this time.

He screwed up my mind over.

"Y-your dimples l-look s-so...." he barely could hold in the blood from his neck. His hands tremble while it raised up.

I flinched at contact. His bloody right hand swiped the hair past my ear, thumb pressed on my check.

"Beautiful."

His hand dropped dead on the floor, the watch cracked on impact with the marbles.

Making his death even more dramatic than it seems.

"Wait.... I had dimples?" I walked over his dead body and looked in the mirror, not flinching over the bruises and wounds I got from him.

He's finally dead, and I am free for the last time ever.