A villain's love

                                    

                                          
Warnings: None, (I think, message me if you think I should add one)
                          
Vic's POV:
                          
April 1st 2013, the day the world came to recognize the face of Vic Fuentes. The day my name became known all across the world, and wherever I'd go someone would follow me. That day, five years ago, when I was only seventeen years old, the world came to know me as a true hero.
                          
I saved the life of an innocent civilian who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, leading to his life being in danger. That's when I risked mine for him, and became a hero. I became a hero for saving Kellin Quinn's life, and it was such an ironic situation it's rather mad to be honest. 
                          
I'm not actually a hero, I'm a villain. I'm evil, and enjoy hurting others, and I have been this way since the day I was born. My parents were the same, villains, back when they were alive. But that was so long ago I can barely remember them. For most of my life, it's just been me and my brother Mike. We've been the only people to stay with each other, and while growing up we never found anyone else that was crazy enough to want to be with us as well.
                          
I've always been evil, I've always been mean. I was the kid bully in kindergarten, and all throughout my school years. I was the kind of friend who'd ditch you as soon as you came too close. If we dated I'd break up with you over the smallest thing, or you'd break up with me after realizing I had been unfaithful since the moment we met.
                          
I loved my life as bad. I didn't want to be good. I didn't want to care about others or treat them with respect. It was never a thought that even entered my mind, up until I met Kellin.
                          
Why is he here, why right now? He's not supposed to be so, this isn't one of the times where someone is supposed to die.
                          
Mike and I are spending our Friday night committing a bad crime. It wouldn't be a good Friday night otherwise. We had planted a small bomb at the high school building, just for the fun of it. No one is going to be there, and it's only the ugly building that will be destroyed. Most students will probably just be glad they won't have to go to school for a while.
                          
But now, the plan is about to be ruined. Some young man, who must be a student here, just entered the building. He must have had a key or something, and I have no idea what he's going to do, or how long he's going to stay. In just five minutes the bomb on one floor will detonate, ruining parts of the building and most likely create a smaller fire. Then five minutes after that, the next one will go off.
                          
But he wasn't supposed to be killed in there. He's not supposed to be here at all. For the first time in my life, I'm actually feeling worried about something. Someone, even.
                          
More time than I had realized must have been spent pondering about this as suddenly the first bomb we've planted blows up with a loud bang echoing, followed by a high scream heard from the building. Crap..
                          
I know I won't have anymore time to wait if I actually want him to get out of there, because soon the second bomb will go off and he'll die in there. I don't know why the thought affects me so much, it's not like it would be the first death I'm responsible for. Although, it would be the first death of an innocent I'm responsible for.
                          
Fuck it, I think before jogging up to the building. I hear Mike shouting behind me, saying that I'm crazy and wondering what the hell I think I'm doing. I don't have a good answer really, for some reason I just feel that I have to go in there and save him.
                          
I could tell almost where the scream came from, and I know I have to hurry because I'm pretty sure he's close to where the fire has broken out. I realize I'm right as I finally spot him in the school's library, passed out on the floor. Smoke is starting to spread in here, so yeah, the fire is getting closer.