My blood soaked smile mockingly stayed planted on my face. I was handcuffed to a cold metal chair staring at my reflection in a dark mirror. A dull light buzzing above. The man in uniform paced, scratching his head.

I started to laugh.

“You’ll never find it. You should just give up.” I spat.

He halted and turned to me. My smile grew as I noticed his bloodied knuckles tightening.

“How long has it been? You do know you're running out of time right?” I cocked my head cackling.

“Tell me where it is! Do you really want to be a murderer?” Sweat began to form on his head.

He sounded frustrated.

I again started to laugh in a sickly manner. My cackle echoed throughout the small enclosed room. His eyes grew dark and a solid punch landed soundly on my jawline. But I didn’t stop.

“You can beat me to death,” I smirked. “ but you’ll never get anything out of me!”  

My yellow tooth smile appeared as I felt blood trickling down my neck.

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“You sick bastard…” He said disgusted.

“Aww… name calling ain’t fun.” I gave him a pathetic looking pouty face.

He gnashed his teeth “Neither is blowing up an entire city!”

Another force pounded onto my face.

“Where is the bomb?” He screamed into my ear.

I became silent. Then smirked under my breath.

“Oh just you wait…” I looked up at him and my eyes grew giving me a psychotic look.

“Boom.”

The man straightened. He looked me up in down. Almost seeming like I was inhuman.

How am I any different from the rest of the world. A place where people steal, lie and kill for a kick. How is getting revenge a bad thing when everyone does it?

The man left the dimmed room in a dejected manner.

I looked ahead seeing my bloodied and bruised face in the mirror.

A flashback scratched inside my head. I was in high school being beat up by some other students. Most friends and others strangers trying to fit in. I didn’t know what I did wrong.

They taunted me.

Hurt me.

They were the ones who made me this way. The ones who ripped my very soul.

The ones who stepped on me and tore my world to pieces.

They all deserve to die…

The man in the black and shiny uniform returned. He glared at me.

I smiled.

“Seems like you were too late.”

A devilish smile stained my lips and I laughed…

“Oops.”