I wonder how this all ended up like this...
My friend has his hands around my throat and he's trying to kill me. He's the hero, I'm the villain.. Or so they have made everyone think. He sold his freedom for the government, does all the dirty job, is part of the problem. But I ain't the solution either, because if I was, I would not be here, dying. All I wanted, was him to stop. What he did, was not right. But as in every superhero story, someone has to be the bad guy. And that's exactly what they told me that I am. All I wanted, to stop this, but ended up to the opposite side of the fight; enemy, foe.. I'm not even sure if my friend even recognizes me anymore, or himself.. For first, it was all about saving people, helping them.. But it turned out to the greediness. He started to do stuff for money, no matter what he did, people always thought it was right. He was "the hero" after all. And what do I get when I try to fix things?
Death
the final battle of the story where good and evil battle
the villain loses
everyone's happy
the hero continues living
The end
curtains fall down and people are clapping
The hero has won.

But what if everything they thought, was total opposite?
What if the villain was actually the good guy, and the hero was the bad one?
Well, they will never find out now
because I feel the pain in my lungs
and I can't breathe.
Is goodbye now, the final minutes of the show just started. He's yelling something, about freedom, about doing the right things.. And what does he know about those things? Nothing. After he killed that old man in that one apartment two nights ago, just because he was paid to do so, that was it. He wasn't my friend anymore
He had become something I can't even recognize.
And everyone are still praising him
Loving him
Because the damn society is brainwashed to think that government is always right
and if the government says that the old man was bad, evil
they believe it. Whatever they say, they will accept it
And the hero
is now failing big time.
As I open my mouth, the words come out with a wicked smile
this is driving me insane, to just watch this show which has no end in sight
and I just love the priceless expression on my friend's face behind the mask
only if I could see it one more time as I say the following words

"Congratulations, you sick bastard... You lost me."

And as he takes my mask off, I wonder why he's so surprised
to see his best friend's face behind it

Why so surprised?
Why such a gloomy face, my dear?
This is what you wanted, right?
To do the right thing
You're such a hero.

And with a last sharp breathe of mine, he tries to apologize
What a pitiful sight he is. I don't even want to bother to answer as I'm starting to lose my thoughts. His hands come around me, trying to wake me up.
Congratulations
now I'm gone.