Hero

What defines a Hero? Who exactly decides what is 'Good' and what is 'Bad'?

Hey all, this is my first story EVAH. I took the idea from my past self, I used this idea in my English GCSE fictional writing paper the task - 1 hour to write a story under one of the following titles -Insert titles here- + 15 minutes planning time. I just kind of spruced it up a little and edited it, since I don't have the original copy I couldn't make it exact. Reviews and ratings will be appreciated. I began writing this at 10:30pm and finished at 11:15pm (Approx.) So this one, although I had the ideas already in my head, could be considered a quick "Test story" To get me accustomed to this website. :) Really, my motivation with this story was to make the reader question the concept of "Good" And "Evil" :P I thought it was a good idea at the time, it gave my story in GCSE a little unique twist to it. :D
But yeah, hope you enjoy it and stuff.

I apologise for this story's length, but there is only so much that can possibly happen in 3 minutes, and I don't think a flashback or a flashforward would be appropriate here. It is an individual story that I hope to loosely link to another set of stories I hope to make. There will be no "Sequel" As such.

- TheReaper

In this story, a hero will triumph over evil.

He looked at his watch. 10:12. The press conference would end soon, but not the way anybody would expect. His gaze drifted upward towards the man he hated. The man who had been consumed by greed. So consumed that he could trick men into killing innocent men, women and children. The man that had brought pain and misery to his home. The man he was going to kill today.
As he turned his head to look back at the people behind him, he wondered how those gullible fools could sit there, eating up every lie that was spat out of this horrible man's mouth. Up on stage, his target was speaking to his people. 'Explaining' the situation to them. He didn't understand a word of the foreign language. But he knew that he didn't need to. That devil could have been babbling about the weather and the audience would still be lapping up his speech.
His enemy, hypocritically, was making the peace sign when our hero turned back around to face the stage. A war-bringer bringing peace is a paradox. Therefore the man must be lieing. He sat in disbelief as what the man said brought a standing ovation and cheers. As the brainwashed citizens sat and calmed down, the hero considered what he would be after this. At this point in time, he was not a hero. But he would be. After this act, his home country would make his family rich celebrities. They would ever have to worry about food again, starving would not be an issue. His family would be able to help those less fortunate than themselves around them, those who did not get the chance to become heros. He would save his country from the torment, and his name would be honourable again.
He checked his watch again. 10:14. Time seemed to slow down for him, he took a few seconds to think about his family, his beautiful 7 year old daughter. His bouncing, happy 3 year old son. His flawless wife. His mother and father, brothers and sisters. All of whom he loved dearly. So dearly that he was about to make this sacrifice, for their happiness. The hero looked around the room, after he got up, he would have a few simple seconds to reach his target before the bodyguards could register what was going on. He looked around the room again. This act would surely kill several of these innocent people. Did he really want to murder in the name of his country? Would that not make him no better than the man he was sent to kill? There was barely a second to contemplate, yet he still managed to reach a decision. The lives of these people were a small sacrifice to make, compared to the many thousands he was about to save.
His watch's alarm went off. 10:15. His hand instantly went down to press the button on the watch. As the evil man's audience once again broke out into a standing ovation, our hero ran. He sprang from his chair and leapt up onto the stage. Like a predator attacking its prey he jumped upon the man, grappling with him for a few moments.
Our hero's mind went almost completely blank. The one thing on his mind was the man in front of him. He could not hear the screams and shouts coming from the audience and bodyguards. He could not recall how he managed to get front row tickets to the conference, nor could he remember how he managed to get past security without being checked for weapons. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the button strapped to his thigh. Which with all his strength, our hero slammed down upon with his fist.
A bright, hot, white light erupted from his backpack. Encasing the hero and the villain. The screams were drowned out by the deafening roar of destruction that ensured our hero's victory. His final thoughts were of his family, and how proud they would be when they heard about this triumph. He had just guaranteed his country's safety, now that he was killing this tyrant. He would be know forever as a saviour. The man who defeated the evil that was targeting his home. Tears of joy would have escaped his eyes, however before this could happen, the hero died. Taking his enemy's life with him.

Eric collapsed onto the sofa in front of the T.V. He reached for the remote and gave out a proud smile when he managed to grab ahold of it. He switched the television on, and upon the screen appeared a pretty, young lady. Eric's smile widened as he realised he had switched it on at the exact right time, as if he had planned for it to happen and it wasn't purely luck.
"And now, more on the story that has swept terror across the nation. At 10:15am this morning, the Prime Minister of Great Britain was murdered. A suicide bomber that must remain nameless at the moment due to security reasons killed the Prime Minister as soon as he had finished his speech on the war in the Middle East, and the combat against the Al-Qaeda. An ironic and tragic end to our leader's life. The bomber in question has family in the middle east, and he left them with no money or income in order to fulfill his task. The Ministry of Defence have declared a state of war once more, and there are rumours about the planned usage of nuclear warheads. Now over to-"
The pretty, young lady's sentence was cut short as Eric turned his T.V off. He gigged manically and knowingly to himself.