Months later, my plan was complete. Buildings burned at my will. Civilians screamed. There seemed to be no hope. But, hope, its annoying little self, of course decided to show up. I was watching my work gleefully ; coughing, sooty citizens fleeing from their apartment building, burning to the ground like a snowman in the fiery pits of Hell. Then, their precious hope came in the form of rain, like tiny bullets falling from the sky, they sizzled when they touched my skin, as if I were a molten pit of lava. Cheers of happiness, like disgusting childhood songs, erupted from the crowd, withering me. A figure swooped across the sky, looking elegant and serene. For a moment, I was given a glimpse of my old life, before I had turned Harmony into a chaotic hellpit. Then, my mind itself sizzled, turning darker and harder, like a hamburger grilled too long. As this caped crusader came closer, my vision burned red. How dare she decide that I couldn't rule my hometown? She landed on a car, looking heroic. Ughhh. "Attention, residents of Harmony," her voice boomed out but did not seem too threatening. "I have another name, but you may call me Hope. And I swear to you all, no matter what, I will find a way to protect you. Whenever evil rears its ugly head, I swear by all that is holy, I will be there! And on my watch, this monster will never hurt you!" The pouring rain ran down her face, looking like tears of compassion.

Ah, do-gooders, so sweet. So weak.