"I have a final question Joseph, why'ed you do it?" the FBI agent asked. "I'll tell you why...I'll tell you why It was my duty to kill him." Joseph's wrists started to hurt and sweat from the ropes, cuffs, locks, and stainless steel box they had placed them
(more) in. "The incident happened when I was just a lad, on my 13th birthday. We all heard a clamor outside of my house and noticed an elderly women getting mugged by a man in red. From out of the blue, everyone's favorite hero showed up and flew to help the elderly women. My eye's must have shone like...like fire that day. I ran out to greet him as he was carrying off the mugger. He hadn't noticed me and as I got close to him, his boots flared and scorched my face, sealing his doom. From that day, I vowed to show him my pain." A tear rolled down his cheek and evaporated before it reached his chin. "Now I finally have my revenge and I can die a happy man.
"He looked up with a smirk and softly said,"Leave, or you will die too." he began to glow an orange hue, and steam rose from the back of his chair. The agent now looked horrified and pulled out his weapon."Joseph, stop-", the agent was interrupted by Joseph who began to count."Five." The agent started to run towards the phone outside the door. "Four." Joseph began to glow even brighter. "Three." The agent called for an immediate evacuation of the building."Two." The chair ignited the chains began to glow a faint red."One." Joseph's disfigured face shone with happiness as he started crying. Joseph whispered,"I'll miss you, Mon amour." The building exploded, exactly like a supernova. All that remained was scorched earth.
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