Cold. 

It's always cold at this time. Now more than usual. Perhaps it was the adrenaline. maybe the previous blizzard. The elegant white lady had just made her appearance above The Big Apple. To many it might have seemed like a normal chilly night but this was different. Even the atmosphere was suited to the events. 

Villain had just finished dealing with a couple of street thugs-wannabe threatening one of his old friends. You could still see the remains of blood on his face. That shit is hard to wash off, especially on your hands. But nonetheless it was something to be done. He opened the door leading towards the bathroom, pulled the water lever as he left the bathtub to be filled. Getting rid of his dirty suit he jumped in and started thinking with himself. 

A kill is never an easy thing to deal with, and however evil Villain might be, he tends to avoid unneccessary situations, but at times it seems like there is no other way. To save a life you take one another so it all evens out in the end. That's all we have in hand. Thinking back to that, in our way of life a first kill is like a first kiss, you remember the first a forget most of the ones following after. And each time that goddamn trigger gets pulled Villain's mind can't help but travel towards the first time he had to undergo that.

A few years ago.

What had seemed to have been a good quite night at the time had turned out into a bloody one. Villain had just returned to the Headquarters at the time and as soon as he set foot he was met with his family being armed to the teeth to deliver some justice. Apparently oaths were broken, promises were not kept and that means bullets were meant to fly. 

"Alright boys, you know for what we're gathered so I won't discuss it any further. Villain, you will shoot ..." was heard from his boss as he shook his head. He had to take out the life of a person, who until recently had shared liquer and a good deal of time. They were both raised in the same neighbourhood, and only parted ways recently. To make it worse this was supposed to be the first time to take a shot. 

Bullets flew, bodies dropped, families were ruined, vendettas were created from the youth, however something still was not finished. The final shot had not yet been taken. Villain was standing in front of the man he was ordered to kill holding a gun on his face.

"It doesn't have to be this way bud. You know I had nothing to do with that, you know me." is the only last line that Villain remembers before pulling the shot. If you don't shoot at first than you most likely never will. That didn't align with his intentions here. Also meant big problems if he let this go. 

A single shot went out and than silence. He said his goodbyes to his old friend as he stepped outside his apartment. Was that something he should have done? Who knows. Bearing that in his mind he got into his car and as he drove off, he wondered how other people dealt with this moment in their life as he raised the question:

"How was your first kill?"