bad-guy

I thought you were good. That some part of you was good.__n a blink of an eye, Balthazar stood right in front of her. Arianne yelped. He took her wrist and brought the tip of the knife to the center of his chest. With his other hand, he tilted her chin up so she could look into the white center of his black irises. His silver hair rained over his forehead, covering the crease that marred its usual smoothness.__ou think I__ the good guy?_ he whispered. She continued trembling, worse now. He leaned down until his lips touched her ear. ____ not.

It isn't enough that the bad guy is prevented from doing his bad deeds; he must suffer as much as possible. It is as if the existence of evil - or something that can be designated as evil - provides a safe haven for the good to engage in evil. It's a safe space to indulge in inflicting harm, to experience the sublime of suffering.

Girls, watch out for the bad guys!...there are those capable of showering their resources on you just to dance on top of you, and finally destroy your good image and reputation.

You were like fine wine, but cheap wine gets you drunk faster.

Ah, Evie,_ she heard him say softly, __ must have a heart, after all_because right now it aches like the devil.___nly your heart?_ she asked ingenuously, making him laugh.He lowered her to the bed, his eyes sparkling wickedly. __lso a few other things,_ he conceded. __nd as my wife, it__ your duty to ease all my aches.

I'm often painted as the bad guy, and the artistic part of me wants to hand out the brush.

Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I moved to a martial-arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, and devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I just dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.

This guy sounds like all the bad guys from the last ten years of murder movies all rolled into one. Like he might be the worst of those books you have there. If he was real, and really like that, then I should arrest him, right?_ Matthew asked, hoping he could show the boy that he would protect him, and he could tell him the truth now.__o, Deputy. Because he is real, and he is really like that, and you should run.

Glaring at the Gasman, ter Borcht said, __our time is coming to an end, youpathetic failure of an experiment. Vhat you say now is how you vill beremembered.__azzy__ blue eyes flashed. __hen you can remember me telling you to kissmy-___nough!_ ter Borcht said.

Haven__ you learned yet? Someone has to be the villain so everyone else can stay alive.

I felt like the end of an A-Team episode when everything worked out, and the heroes all got to go home and live happily ever after while the bad guys were put in jail. Except of course, I was the bad guy.Whatever.

I sense that you are nearby, son and daughter of the Almari bloodline. I will soon come for you both.

Being a bad guy was easy, being a hero was hard.