you call it revenge, i call it returning a favor
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- Опубліковано 17 лют 2023
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𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲: open.spotify.com/user/31zx2c5...
Timestamps!
0:00 - 3:05 | 911 - Ellise
3:05 - 6:33 | Cradles - Sub Urban
6:33 - 9:09 | Two Face (Dark Version) - Jake Daniels
9:09 - 12:19 | Play With Fire (ft. Yacht Money) - Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money
12:19 - 15:50 | Blood // Water - grandson
15:50 - 19:30 | Twisted - MISSIO
19:30 - 22:20 | Enemy (from the series Arcane League of Legends) - Imagine Dragons, J.I.D
22:20 - 26:10 | Darkside - grandson
26:10 - 29:19 | Wolf in Sheep's Clothing (feat. William Beckett) - Set It Off
lemme know if I messed them up but I think that's it
TYSMMM
You’re an Angel oh my gosh
You did great
@@aur_naur devil*
@@blueberries6961 Huh?
You call it murder, I call it forceful removal of life.
Nah mate i call it peacefully putting them to sleep they wont wake up from
Eviction from my line of sight
Nah, that’s a belated abortion
Late* not belated lol
Help for society
"You call it cruel?"
"Well that's funny..
because i remember when you called it fair."
You call it gruesome killing, i call it unattaching them like a lego pieces
LOL
"You call it heartless acts, I call it drowned in emotions; wanting revenge."
- A random Quote I made in my head.
Me while I’m unloading the dishwasher *😈👹🕺💃🤬*
Damn you gonna take revenge on the dishes?
Lmfao 😂
(same this is me tho- )
my thouts when im doing the dishes by hand 👿🤬🤬
Why is this so accurate 🤣
Sees this comment after doing the dishes! 😂
You call me physco, I call it being 'creative'😁
You call it murder, I'd like to call it boundries.
🌚
💀
slide 4
what ?
I'm 98% sure we have the same taste in music..
True
Yes.
same.
Yes we do
No we dont, I dont know about you but i listen to music I dont eat it.
You call it depression, I call it having fun.
Fair enough-
🤣🤣me too
You call it revenge, I call it ‘necessary Justice’
You call it kidnapping, I call it illegally adopting you.
This is the only playlist thingy ive seen that actually has lyrics with it and i love it. Subscribed!!
help, how? 81 likes and no comments? Now you got one !!
@@elvbeat wha- I- HOW!? (sorry I'm so bad at responding 😭😭)
@@user-zs4jy2du4u it's finee bud😭
But why are lyrics backwards 😭
@@amazinggrapes3045 fr lyrics are backwards and incorrect for some of the faster or distorted parts of songs 🥲
I wrote a little story based on this playlist. It was super good and inspired me to write. A little context for the story is that two partners robbed a wealthy mob boss, but only one made it out. The one who got caught blames their partner for leaving them. The story is when the two meet again. (btw Rain is the one who was left behind) also trigger warning
The sun was low in the sky, casting a red glow across the beach. There was a faint crackling of a bonfire in the distance, and the sound of far away music danced around a pair on the sands. The sound of sand under Rain's boot was all Ezra could hear before a hand covered his mouth. A voice whispered in his ear, "Scream, and you're dead." Rain wouldn't kill him yet, but he didn't know that. Ezra slowly nodded to show he understood. The voice whispered again, "Drop your weapons." Ezra dropped a small knife onto the sand and kicked it away. "Good." Rain said louder than before. She let go of Ezra and he turned to see who had sneaked up on him. He probably wouldn't have been able to recognize Rain if her face hadn't been in his dreams since he last saw her. Her hair was cut short and looked like it had been hacked off recently. Rain's face had a new scar running from under her eye to her neck and looked at Ezra with rage. "Oh my god. You're alive." Ezra muttered before trying to hug Rain. She held her arm up and pushed Ezra away. She shook her head and spoke quietly, but confidently. "You don't get to leave me to die, and then get all happy when I don't. I'm here with no thanks to you."
"I'm sorry." Ezra tried to say before he was cut off.
"No." Rain said laughing softly. "There will no sorrys." Ezra looked at Rain with fear in his eyes when he realized this wasn't a happy reunion. "There will be no sorrys. You don't deserve to apologize."
Rain stepped towards Ezra and he took a step back. "Rain please. I didn't want to leave you, but if I got caught I wouldn't be able to help. I didn't leave you. I promise. I wanted to help." Ezra's voice got more panicked while Rain smiled. She knew how it felt to be begging for her life, and he made her go through that. "You never helped me. You never were going to help me. You just wanted the money, didn't you." Ezra shook his head while Rain laughed. She pulled a knife out from behind her. The blade glinted in the low sunlight and gave Rain an even more crazed look. "Remember when you gave me this. It was a week before the heist and we were preparing. You told me to keep it on me just in case things went wrong. It's funny honestly," Rain's smile turned into a frown. "This is the knife that gave me this." She pointed to the scar that ran down her face and neck. "It's also the one I cut my hair with once I got out of that hell hole they kept me in. My hair was past the point of saving. Just like you." Ezra was desperately trying to figure out how to get out of this situation. "Rain please. Spare me and I'll help you make them pay. I'll kill them for you." Rain shook her head. "You caused this, you can't fix it." Rain took a quick step forward and grabbed Ezra, pressing the knife into his neck, but not cutting deep. The cold metal drew a small trickle of blood that ran down Ezra's neck. Rain leaned in and whispered, her lips brushing against Ezra's ear, "I already lived through my hell, it's time to live through yours." Rain hit Ezra over the head with the knife knocking him out. She grinned as she carried him to her car. The only thing left on the beach was a few footprints, and a knife stained with blood.
If you like this I can write a part 2 or what happened before this in the heist :)
Edit: Part 2!!!
It was well into the night when the car pulled off the highway. There was a small pathway in the woods that the car drove
down. Rain glanced over at Ezra and laughed. It was so easy to catch him, but he was the one that got away before. the path seemed
normal enough, and Rain could just see her house from behind the trees. It was small, but it was enough for her. The car
pulled into the small garage on the side of the house and Rain stepped out. She grabbed Ezra and brought him into the house.
She put him in the kitchen and started making herself tea. She didn't bother tieing Erza up but she kept an eye on him.
Rain turned to pour her tea when Ezra started to wake up. She looked up and set down her mug. Ezra's eyes locked with Rain's
and he froze. "Where am I?" He asked fear lacing his voice. Rain shrugged. "We aren't far from the road, but it's far enough
to make sure no one can hear you." Rain picked her mug up and took a sip. She tipped her head towards the pitcher and asked
Ezra, "Want some tea?" Ezra shook his head and muttered, "You are insane." Rain sipped her tea again. "Maybe, but who isn't
a little insane?" Ezra looked down at his wrists and ankles. A look of suprise crossed his face when he realized he wasn't
bound. "I didn't think you'd be able to run, but I have rope if you're planning on escaping." Ezra shook his head. "Nope, I
wasn't planning on going anywhere. This house seems cozy." Rain laughed, his sarcasm still made her laugh, even if she did
hate him. "So you're still human, huh? Whatever possesed you to kidnap me left a little bit of the Rain I knew before."
Rain frowned and walked over to Ezra. "You have no right to critize me, you left me for dead. You had no idea what they would
do to me, or if I would make it out." Ezra looked up at Rain and said, "I told you I was sorry. I didn't mean to leave you
for dead, it was self preservation." Rain scoffed. "You didn't tell anyone. Not my parents, not the cops. You didn't even
try to help me."
"I was scared." Ezra exclaimed. "I didn't know how to tell your parents I lost their daughter. I didn't know how to go to the
cops and say 'Hey, my friend got kidnapped by this crime boss while be were robbing their house, can you help?' I just hid,
Rain. I just hid."
"You seemed pretty relaxed on the beach. I didn't even try to quiet my footsteps or sneak up on you. If I was hiding from
a crime boss I wouldn't be sleeping on a beach." Rain said angrily. "I made a house in the woods, grew my own food so I
didn't have to go to the store just in case someone was looking for me. My parents didn't know I was alive until I was sure
I was safe, and even then I still have trouble sleeping." Rain had tears in her eyes as she spoke. "You don't know what I
went through while you bathed in the sun." Neither spoke for a long time and it seemed like Rain wasn't fully present until
Ezra spoke. "Rain I know that I should have helped you, and I don't know the half of what you went through, but let me help
you now. Killing me won't help. Just talk to me, let me help you." Rain looked at Ezra and sighed. She walked back over to
the kitchen and looked down at her tea. "Just go. Get out of here." Rain muttered. She didn't know how to feel, but she
couldn't kill Ezra now. She couldn't do it and she hated that. She wanted to make someone hurt like she hurt, make someone
feel like she did. Ezra took his chance and ran out of the house, the door slamming behind him. Rain sunk to her knees and
started crying. She slammed her fist into the cabinet behind her and her cup of tea fell to the floor, the hot water spraying
everywhere. Rain wanted to break something, to hurt someone, but she couldn't. She felt hopeless, and helpless. She hated
the feeling, but she couldn't feel anything else. She was still crying when someone opened her front door. Ezra walked
towards the kitchen a knife now in his hand. He scoffed at the sight he saw in front of him. "Oh Rain." He said kneeling down.
"Clean up, there's someone here to see you."
I have ideas for a part 3 if it's wanted, but I wont be able to access youtube for like a week, so it might take a while to update.
PART 2 PLEASE
please part 2
@@magikalgirl1438 I'll start working on part 2
@@ara-vp5ws I'll start working on part 2
@@ara-vp5ws part 2 is here!
you call it arson , I call it a big campfire
Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged
samuel johnson
This is like my dream playlist-
Thank you ❤
this was definitely a throwback for me! my music taste has changed from this type of music but its fun to see what i liked back then :) ty for the playlist!
Bro actually brought out my old Gacha phase I’m ngl ;-;
Same 🥲
Same, so many memories 😅
FRFR
I love gacha on cookie he did
Ikr
You call it murder, I Call it returning You To Hell and returning a favor
@@butters69420NO WAY BLUD'S FROM TIKTOK
You call it revenge, I call it equality
POV: Two heros. One city. Two bestfriends. One batray the other for glory. The other became the villain and became much worse and strong than the "hero".
"-You were supposed to be dead." They said, with FEAR in their eyes.
"-Yeah, maybe. And you were supposed to be in the other throne, dear. Life isn't strange?" I said, a smile in my face.
💀😂
Can we please praise how this person had to put lyrics and effects on this playlist.
MY LITTLE CPUSIN GOT AHOLD PG MY FUCKAING PHOBE BAHAHAHAHEHW
even the fbi is emo 💀💀
@@lovelysaIly MY LITTLE COUSIN GOT AHOLD OF MY PHONE IM JUST NOW NOTICING THIS CRINGY ASS SHIT 💀💀💀
How does this not have 1 million likes ITS SO GOOD I LOVE IT IM LITERALLY GOING TO LISTEN TO THIS EVERY DAY
you call it returning a favor, i call it an epic playlist.
You call it cruel I call it life
DANGG, THIS GONNA BE MY SPOTIFY PLAYLIST TITTLE
@@keii79 nice ✨
@@N0.0n3 Thanks for the idea 😋
😂
So true tho
It was a warm fall evening with a slightly crisp breeze causing the branches to hit against her window. The Orange and yellow leaves ever so vibrantly danced along with the ashes from an unknown source. Melanie was attempting to enjoy the last moments of peace knowing what was about to unfold. Before she could do anything else she closed her eyes to listen to the birds chirp for what could be the last time. She stood up leaning towards the duffle bag nested near the Crimson stain on the floor. Once she has the bag in her grip she tugs the zipper downward, exposing the content within the duffle bag. She counted to ensure herself that she had the correct amount of rounds and explosives for the havoc she was patiently waiting to reek across the state.
Melanie slowly walks through her home hearing a thud after each step she takes. The floors continuously creak till she reaches the front door. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, acknowledging that once she exits this hell-hole of a home there is no turning back. She reaches for the handle.
It has begun.
(This was the begging if a story inspired by the playlist and a fellow commenter before me. Let me know if I should write more in the future!!)
You should add more, it's intriguing so far, I'd like to know how you see this.
"Cetain men are born to do Certain things that are beyond the capacity of the Uncertain."
This quote CHANGED my life sebtane hatter
This is a fabulous playlist I freaking love it
THE COMMENTS HELP 😭💀
You say murder i say it's karma 🖤💣🖤
People who dish out karma, with revenge in their heart, will one day get karma dished out to themselves, and it won't be from a vengeful heart, but from a judge and jury who can't be bribed, knows ALL truths, and shows NO partiality in his judgements. So if two do wrong, then two get the same sentencing. One doesn't get a slap on the wrist and the other one, locked up for life. Is that fair and just? 🤷 Perhaps I'm following my mom's footsteps as "a stupid old lady,":and I can't comprehend reading very well
@@juileb197473051 If Two Wrongs don't make a right then three will
uhm anyways so- @@juileb197473051
You call it murder, I call it carnage ❤
Evily does dishes well, making up fake scenarios and doing random jigs and power walks
Ive never been able to explain when you listen to music, make a fake scenario in your head and start running around the house in, i think id call it excitement?... But what you said basically explains it, never thought some1 related to that lol
@finickystorm586 LOL I know why I do it, I want to keep my brain working! When I stop moving, I stop thinking!
It’s fake when the truth makes the good guy look bad
please this is like the best playlist that fits with the vibe of my novel i've heard in like 3 months
Can we take the time to thank the person who wrote the lyrics 😢❤
me listening to these while my OC's are planning awesome scene's in my head
Someone else does that to! I thought only I did that
Наконец-то! Тот самый плейлист, который объединил большинство моей любимой музыки!
Alternate title: my gacha playlist in 2018
This reminds me so much of Queen of the Conquered it's a great book!
Great playlist, and thank you SO MUCH for putting the lyrics in the video! The extra effort is appreciated!
You call it insanity I call it genius
I love all/most of these songs, and i'm so glad i clicked on this
Love how it’s almost all Gacha songs 😭
but- its a really big favor lol
Hearing voices you call it crazy, i call it emotional advise
Holy shit it has lyrics you are amazing
wait is that the scp logo-
warmup (is that a thing) I did while this playlist played lol vv
The gun lay on that wooden table, a little bloody, a little bit of dirt caked onto the grip.
I remember the year: 1902. Some watering hole, I don’t remember that part. Elijah and I looked at each other. His eyes were extraordinarily green, the brightest thing in the whole Midwest, I swore to God. I hated him for that. His fingers twitched on the lines Mason had cut into the table with her knife, and his whole body was as tense as mine. We both inched our fingers as close to the lines as we could without crossing them. The gun was in the middle of the table, just as far away from me as from him. It was a competition I’d never played before. A funny quirk of the town.
“Y’all ready?” Mason asked us. I think she was from one of the Carolinas. I never knew how she got out there. A smattering of people stood behind her, watching.
I didn’t even look at her. I kept my eyes trained on those damn green eyes as I said, “Yeah. Ready.” He said it at the same time.
Mason snorted at something. I didn’t know what. Then she said, “Three…two…”
It was awful that this duel required us to sit in the benches stuck to the table. My feet would get stuck in between the table legs and the seat of the bench. If he got the gun, I’d be a dead man.
“One…” Mason said.
My heart was pounding in my ears.
_Go!_
I lurched forward, my hand diving towards that gun, but Elijah’s hand went towards it just as face and it went skittering across the ground in front of Mason. She and the crowd got out of the bar for fear that we’d shoot them accidentally, now that the gun was somewhere not on the table and everything turned unpredictable. Elijah and I scrambled out of the bench and dove for the gun on the splintery floorboards. I pushed his head out of the way with my hands, and he kicked into my chest while both of us were practically army crawling, fighting too hard to get up really. We punched on the floor. We shoved on the floor. We were like a couple of snakes slithering towards that gun, fighting like two Satans for it. Like it was our redemption. I guess for Elijah it sorta was.
I kneed him good, in the mouth, one of his teeth dropping out to join the blood already soaking into the ground. So I was ahead of him, and I was a foot from that gun when he caught the back of my shirt and dragged me back, my chin scraping against the wooden floor, more blood-and he was on top of me, his knee digging painfully into my back as he climbed over me to get that gun. I tried to get him off. I did. But then he was rolling over and pointing that gun straight into my face.
It was already loaded. He and I both knew that. Elijah’s green, green eyes pierced into me, and when I realized he hadn’t shot the gun, I said, “What?” It tumbled outta my mouth.
“Come on,” he said. “I’ve won.”
“You haven’t shot it.”
“I could. Easy. You could be dead in two seconds.”
His arms were shaking, I saw. And I didn’t think it was just the rush of a fight. So I stood up, slowly. And all Elijah did was stand with me. It struck me, all of a sudden, that we were entirely alone in the bar.
“I woulda killed you,” I said.
He shrugged. “I’d deserve it. You know I wasn’t gonna let you catch me.”
“Really,” I said.
His fingers fidgeted against the trigger. I got vaguely nervous. “Well, I was gonna put up a fight. But then…I need you to know, Jack, it’s only ’cause of you I’m alive. I skipped out on our bill. I screwed you over.”
“And?”
“I don’t know.”
“You gonna shoot me?”
He hesitated for a minute. Then he lowered the gun. I didn’t relax, so he put it on the ground next to him. “You can have it, if you want,” he said. “I really mean what I said, swear on my life.”
“I want it,” I said. He slid it over to me with his foot. It jostled a little over the imperfections on the floor, and then it hit my foot. “And you haven’t said a thing, you know.”
He really looked sorry about that. His eyes flickered away, to some stain on the ceiling or something. I picked up the gun, and I fiddled a little with it to make sure it really was working properly and everything. And then I shot him.
Elijah realized too late. His heart was bleeding, or at least his lung. The blood soaked through his work shirt. I walked over to him, and I said, “You didn’t _skip_ the bill, Elijah. You just took out a loan. Time to pay up.”
He didn’t say a thing. I wasn’t even sure if that heavy, gasping sound was his breathing or my imagination, my racing pulse. All I'm sure of is that his green eyes stayed wide open, even as I lugged his body out of the bar and threw it at the foot of the sheriff’s office to get his bounty.
Bros wrote a whole scenario in a UA-cam comment section
Broskie done put the entire first chapter to the next BestSellers novel I'll see at Barns&Nobel❤
how this doesnt have more likes is insane you have a sick talent for writing yknow that right?
Woah... Bro didn't deserve that, but I'd do it too
Ayo why am I in this story???
You call it revenge. I call it returning a favor
HOW IS THIS SO UNDERRATED WHAT ITS SO GOOD
Anytime I hear wolf in sheeps clothing I will forever think samgladiator
U call if backstabbing I call it returning the favor
You call it rude, I call it karma!
You call it rude, I call it karma!
Literally my everyday playlist
You call it murder,i call it a sweet release...
You call it heartless, I call it revenge on the one who completely destroyed the heart I supposedly don’t have.
Such a nice playlist
I have Covid and am sitting in bed with a blocked nose right now, this playlist is giving me joy right now lol
You call it murder, I call it a way for taking anger out
Cool Playlist I really like it
You called it just a sound? its a masterpiece👍⭐
Oh god I remember listening to all of these songs constantly when I was 12-14 years old.. I completely stopped listening to these songs because my mom was worried that I was crazy and I didn’t want to be sent to a doctor.
you had that "GoodTasteInMusic" syndrome.
I'm 13 listening to this....
ellie made this playlist
literally thought it was ellie's hand lol
@@volfia4070 same
I always get underestimated and they find out.....
😭😭😭😭
girl 💀
💀 💀 💀
You call it insanity I call it fun
You call it a crime, I call it my form of venting from my trauma..
Relatable
@@XioMioKio yes yes- I'm so relatable...I know the whole plot of Harry Potter and the dream smp along with watching almost every stream ranboo has ever made
💀💀💀💀
Hehe-
@@VoidtheCreature you’re an embarrassment
this is what i call fun
the lyrics are so cool :000
You call it horror I call it fun 😉
The hero approached the villain. The one who killed his best friend...
"Heh... You're here for revenge? Not very heroic, is it~" The villain snarked, gripping a knife."
"You call it revenge?" The hero laughed, his eyes showing nothing but rage, and a will to kill. "I call it... Returning a favor" The hero grasped the gun in his belt. The villain backed away.
"You wouldn't... YOU DON'T HAVE IT IN YOU!" The villain cried.
"I didn't... But you were the straw to break the camel's back"
Hero loaded his gun.
"Any last words~?" The hero, turned Villain, laughed.
"... I'm sorry"
The hero lowered his gun.
"W-What....?"
Villain spoke again.
"I regret what I did.. Just shoot..."
The hero aimed the gun... And fired.
You call it murder, I call it forcefully sleeping
🤓
I love this I’m in school and everyone is yelling at me and I’m mad I love this playlist
THEY FINALLY QUIT.
This is the best day of my life.!
you call it revenge i call it ruining your life-
Sugar on paws
I love this playlist...how do I find the songs
The top comment has the song names
I know almost all of these songs from gacha music videos
HOLY SH FINALLY A PLAYLIST WITH TWISTED BY MISSO
I LOVE TWISTED SO MUCH
You call it tourture.. I call it hillarious.
Okay, but imagine ur a 911 operator and you get a class just for the person so begin to sing about their problem-
You call it brutality, I call it, giving what they asked for.
this made me physically recoil
remember
I like this song
Yep my playlist.....
6:43 omg that! goosebumps ❤
My brain has been awoken
You call them villians I call them heros with broken hearts.
I know every song on this playlist
Real: Gacha playlist 2019 bruh 💀
i have listened to it on repeat for like 3-4 hurs i think this shit is good
WHAT THIS PALYLSIT IS PERFECF ALL THE SONGS I GO TO WHEN I FEEL THIS WAY
am I the only one who thought the first song was cradles at start? because of the tune
you guys are going in my slideshow
?
You call it crack I call it funny food
revenge huh? i call it pleasure and desire
I call it freedom
Me while cleaning my room:
Tell me if I should add more in the reply section
*As you slowly bleed out on the ground, you hear someone laugh and call you weak, you hear footsteps walking away and then you feel as if you're in a mass amount of pain, a wound across your entire stomach, and your left arm, you think to yourself "this is it, this is how I die." As you then hear voices in your head saying things like, "This is your fate, do you feel accomplished with yourself for being a failure like your parents said?" and "You should get up and kill them all. Get up, don't die until you've proven them all wrong." You liked the other voice as you open your eyes slowly and groan a bit from the wounds, you sit up and suddenly, a big wound didn't feel as big as you felt alive.* "They will all pay..." *You say to yourself and use your sword to help you stand up, a wide grin across your face.* "Especially him." *You say with anger as you drag your sword behind you, holding the handle with your right hand, you slowly walk through the forest with the small crunching of grass beneath your feet, you barely blink as you walk with a grin on your face, your eyes wide with a look of death upon them. As you walk through the forest you hear music, and people cheering in the nearby village, the grin on your face goes wider.* "So they planned all this for my death? Heh... Pathetic for thinking I'd go out so easily..." *You say to yourself and get closer hearing the people talking about how he's a "hero" for killing you. You slowly crept on the outskirts of the village to make a dramatic entrance, as you creep around the buildings and making side you aren't spotted you overhear a few folks talking about your death* "I heard that the guy was a villain and killed our hero's parents! so devastating..." *The villager says and then you stop listening to their conversation after that, it was true, you killed his parents, but for good reason. The king was a mean and ruthless man, you were framed for stealing his wife's necklace, it wasn't true you stole anything and got framed, they threw you in the castle dungeon for years, you were given some food but they forgot about you after a year, you got skinny without any food and as you got skinnier you were able to slip through the cuffs and chains, you made your way to the armory and got a great sword, and made your way to the dining hall hearing the family laugh and having a good time made you sick, you burst through the door and killed the king and his wife, the prince managed to escape with minor injuries and you felt a bit hungry, so you had a small portion of the feast they were having and made your way out the door, you lived in a small cottage for a few years, and then he found you. You and the 'hero' had a fight and you nearly lost. You smirked remembering the memories and how they screamed, it gave you a feeling of power. you enjoyed how the blood pooled around their lifeless bodies. You were interrupted from your thoughts when you overheard this 'hero' making a speech, you didn't pay much attention, but something caught your attention so you listened from behind the bushes.* "Hello there, I'd like to say, I have killed the villain that terrorized this village, you all are free from the fear, and terrorizing embrace, knowing now, you have been saved." *You stopped listening to his speech, as it was all false statements, after a few minutes you walked out from the bush in a cloak you had on, covering the sword as you slowly made your way to the middle of the crowd and burst out with laughter causing the village people to back away, the 'hero' stared at you* "You call that being heroic?" *You say and rip off the cloak, the wound across your stomach and arm still there, the hero's eyes widen* "Y-you, how? I-I killed yo-" *You cut him off* "Killed me? I'm clearly still alive, and revived from the dead, or was it just me acting? you'll never know. So... Old pal, have you missed me?" *You say, a maniacal grin across your face as you take a step closer, you could tell this 'hero' was nervous, but he tried to keep his brave act. You smirked at his nervous form and pointed your sword at him.* "How about he have a round two? Or are you too scared to fight me again 'hero'? What shall you say for another duel?" *You say, you hear people scream and flee away from the scene, some still watching from behind bushes, or on their porch, some staring out their windows. You couldn't help but have a wide grin at their fear still staring directly into the 'hero's' eyes. He stammered and took a step back but acted like he was getting into a fighting stance, he held his sword shakily in front of him, you couldn't help but feel power at his trembling form as he attempted to sound brave.* "Y-yeah, we'll have another duel! We shall fight! I-I'm not terrified of you!" *He said trembling, you couldn't help but laugh at his scared form.* "Bring it on then, if you're such a hero, prove to the people what YOU actually are, what your parents did, how you, made me who I am." *You said, with anger in your tone, but you couldn't help it. It wasn't normal you were angry, but this time you could see who made you this way face to face, as you and him clash swords you manage to throw his out of his hand, and push him on the ground, your sword pointing in between his eyes he stared at you scared, you couldn't help but feel power seeing such a "hero" tremble before you, you decided to make it memorable for anyone who watched you from the safety of their houses, as you shouted out.* "You people have been brainwashed by this FOOL who calls himself a hero. I have the blood on my hands, but with a purpose. This fools parents locked me up for a crime I hadn't committed. He is the reason I am the person I am. A villain, in your eyes, a disgrace to the village, a person who shall be dead. Tell me, would you snap if you were thrown into a prison cell for years for a crime you didn't commit? Wouldn't you snap at feeling weak from being tortured? From being starved nearly to death? Tell me. Am I really the bad guy here? Or is he the REAL villain of this story?" *You say shouting to the towns people, some have taken steps outside their house to watch from their porch as they stare in shock at you, some stare in hatred at the person they thought was a hero, who now lays beneath your blade scared.* "P-please I didn't know you were innocent I didn't even know you were ther-" *You cut him off staring right into his eyes.* "You didn't know I was in a dungeon? You came nearly every week with a platter of leftovers from your family nearly every week. You never really fed me, you wanted me dead." *You said, it was like there was venom on every word you said as you stared at him in pure hatred as your blade made contact with his throat and his eyes widened even more in pure terror as he tried moving one of his hands to remove the blade, which you then took a step on his arm causing him to stay down as you pushed your blade a bit further into his throat, nearly causing damage, you couldn't help but have an ear-to-ear grin, you knew you've won the battle and he knew it too, you pulled your blade up off of his throat and said,* "You may call it revenge, but I see it as returning the favor." *You say and quickly stab down, as you heard a scream of terror knowing the blade pushed through the skin all the way, you lifted your blade out of his throat to see dirt and blood along the blade, as a fountain of blood splattered all over you, you couldn't help but take a finger and wipe some of the blood off of our cheek staring into his lifeless eyes as you licked the blood off of your finger with satisfaction. People stared at you in fear and some screamed, others laughed. You felt powerful as you turned around to the people and just walked with the blade dragging behind you, the townspeople watched you walk away, some in terror, and some with satisfaction, you didn't care, you were now free from him, the "hero" of the story was gone, and you felt alive to be thought of as a villain, you walked to the castle the prince/hero, and the royals once lived in, the metal of your blade scraping against the tile as you took a liking to what you will call your new home.*
pls dont write anymore
You call it harvesting, I call it getting paid.
If murder was legal for 1 day, half the people I've ever met would be dead.
LMAOOOOOOOOOOO
girl you know damn well you ain’t killing no one 💀
If the Purge movies were actually real you'd get you're wish granted.
You call it death, i call it picking flowers..[IMMM SCREAMINGGGG]
U call it murder I call it a favour