Heroes

She was now outside the president's room, revolver in hand. The president was the last victim, the last of those monstrous dogs who had sucked the life out of every last person in the country. They had taken everything, her children, her love, her family....her country. She entered the room. The president lay in his bed, his wife beside him. No, she thought. She wouldn't spare any of them. She would have revenge.
She took out the little remote control from her pocket. With the help of her fellow rebels she had finally hacked into the system. They had calculated that she would have exactly 3 minutes and 48 seconds to escape once she pressed the button. Her rebels were strongly against the idea of the remote but she insisted upon it. Most were against the idea of her taking the mission altogether. She dismissed them immediately. This was her mission, her revenge. And she would have it.

Without hesitation, she pressed the button. Speakers blared Skillet's songs all over the mansion, starting with Comatose. Her gun loaded, she aimed at the president. She had to hurry if she wanted to escape but to be honest she had no intention if getting out alive. All she wanted was revenge. Lowering her gun, she pictured the next day's news.

"Last night the president and the first lady of the state  had been shot in their bedrooms. The home minister has made a statement upon the safety of bedrooms. The rebels have taken control of the nation. The president and his wife were apparently shot by an unknown, suspected to be a rebel leader..."

She smiled to herself. The sound of footsteps could be heard along the corridor. I should probably get to work now, she thought to herself. Once more, she aimed the revolver at the president's forehead speakers now blared Hero.  She felt like one though. The president looked at her in horror, his fear fueling my thirst for revenge.

It was over in seconds. It was all over. But a sadness overcame her. She would be portrayed as a villain. But she didn't feel like one. She felt like the hero, the hero to her own story At the end of the day, aren't all villains like that? They too, are heroes. They are the heroes of their own stories.

She put the gun to her temple. As she pulled the trigger, the speaker played the chorus of the song.

"I need a hero to save my life
I need a hero just in time"

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"This is Channel 1 bringing you the latest news. Last night the president and the first lady had been murdered in their mansion. The home minister has rebuked the police for the lack of safety in bedrooms across the country. The rebels  have taken control of the nation. The body of the murderer, suspected to be a rebel leader, was found lying on the floor covered in a pool of blood. The suspected murder weapon, a 9mm revolver, was found in the hand of the murderer...."

Author's Note

It took me about 45 minutes to complete this piece, and it's relatively new :) Hope you like it.