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Logan Lee had always been what one would commonly refer to as a bully. With both his cruel demeanor and penchant for violence being the two defining characteristics of Logan’s rotten personality, he was by no means popular. Respected? Feared? Sure, he had all of that. He trusted that all those around him would scorn him, hate him, and most of all, never hurt him.
But in the end, there existed a hole in his heart. This hole was not that of a sudden puncture rather it was built upon years of cracks—of pain and wear—months of anguish. Logan Lee, a boy who had once been human with a heart, had slowly transformed into the despicable monster, the ruthless gangster, that all viewed him as today.
As many once were, Logan had been a child innocent of life and pain, of torture and sorrow. Yet, he, unlike those many others, came to soon understand the natural pecking order that exists in this world. Beauty was a trait that many people relied on and one that Logan had never possessed. This realization creeped up to Logan in the fashion of a Halloween scare; jumping him suddenly and frighteningly with its unexpected terribleness. Logan Lee, at age 8, discovered he was not beautiful. He was not handsome and cool, not suave and sleek. Instead, he was Logan Lee, the gross fat pig.
“Big boned” is what his mother had once sweetly referred to him as but upon sitting on the playground and hearing the whispered snickers of the little girls, the cruel whispers, of Logan’s uncanny visage of a bull or cow the words of his mother had quickly been scrubbed from his mind leaving him with only what can be described as a sort of animalistic rage.
It was then he came to realize just how powerful this perception of beauty truly was. He came to see that the friends who he had once thought were true, were not. They sat to the side whispering about him too. Their thin bodies and fair skin sliced a stark border between Logan and them. As he looked towards those little girls he soon noticed that in their little circle of humiliation all his friends stood by and said nothing, did nothing. And so, Logan determined that this was the first and last time he would ever allow this to occur.
Logan’s mind wandered back to all the shows he had watched where the everlasting villain, the bully, was beaten with the mighty fists of the beloved hero. At that moment, upon that very realization, Logan came to a conclusion that would ultimately change him both inside and out. Logan Lee came to know that right then and there HE was the hero and THEY were the villains.
And in his anger he did what any good hero should do and charged with all his might. He disregarded the terrified screeches of those he charged and focused only on his goal. Logan soon came to his senses as he sat on-top of the limp girl, her eyes both swollen shut and her mouth bloodied beyond measure. Her once neat little pigtails he knew her mother had put up for he in the morning were mangled. The band of one had snapped as he alternated between punching, smacking, and banging his hands on whatever surface of her he could find.
One of Logan’s last memories of the encounter was of the girl’s slack jawed expression. The way her head lolled back as he pulled her up, the way her eyes refused to open no matter how many times he slapped her. Most importantly, he recalled the way his friends—no his classmates—looked at him. Terror gleamed in their no-longer innocent eyes, fright caused their little bodies to shiver at the sight of his gaze, tears decorated the pale judging faces.
‘Judge me now! Hate me now! You assholes!’ He thought to himself as he stared around, wiping his bloodied fists on the cream white, now soil-stained, dress of the unconscious girl beneath him. As Logan stood up, for the first time ever, he noticed how his significantly larger figure towered over that of his classmates’. He quickly relished in the power, the dominance, he gained by committing the simple act of violence.
It was this moment, this singular event, that helped Logan realize a very specific fact. While beauty is something that can guarantee you love, what was the point of feeling that love? Why be loved when you could be feared? Could be respected and powerful? It was on this day, this very special day, that Logan, with all his heroic notions in mind, became a true villain.