((Intro post for a villain... Warning, some graphic content, not for those with extremely strong morals, or a disdain of evildoers. You have been warned....))
	There was a knock on the door, and James moved to answer it. James was your average joe, living on the rough side of New-Tor city, on Tor-7, in a dingy little apartment that he could barely make the money needed for its rent costs. He has a little girl named Lilly, a 8 year old who loved playing baseball, and the color yellow. James works at a foundry, melting down metals to be shipped out to factories for a living. He works hard each day, in order to pay his taxes, and for Lilly's schooling. 
	Opening the door, he swallowed down a lump in his throat, as he saw Rick Anderson at his door. Rick was wearing a brown suit, with a red tie. His hair was slicked back, and he looked like your average business man. 
	"Hey, James, mind if I come in for a cup-a-joe? I was in the area, and I wanted to talk about that loan payment you haven't made yet." Rick says, pointing inside. James cleared his throat, and moved aside. 
	"S-sure thing Mister Anderson. I wasn't aware it was due today..." James says, backing into his kitchen, past the living room where Lilly was playing with some toys, to prepare the coffee, pouring a packet of ground beans into his coffee machine. He sits down at his kitchen table, and he motions for Rick to sit down. "So..Mister And-" James starts, before, chuckling with a smile, Rick stops him. 
	"Call me Ricky, no need to be so formal James..." Rick says, smiling slightly. James relaxes a bit, smiling. "Well, Ricky, what do ya want to talk about....this visit seems really out of place..." James comments, as Rick sits up to get his cup of coffee which had brewed. 
	"...I'm here to talk about last month's late payment. I felt like dealing with this in person, because..frankly James, I feel like you're not respecting my kindness...." Rick says, his tone become a bit less friendly. 
	"I'm sorry it was late Ricky, I..I needed some of the money to pay for Lilly's schoolin, it's so darn expensive and.." James starts, panic in his voice, sweat forming on his brow.
	"It's ok, it's ok..I see, I understand..." Rick says, sitting back down with a smile, before he sips his coffee. "...Tell me, have you heard of the new initiative in the school systems here in Tor-7?" Rick asks, giving James a glare that makes sweat form, and his hands jitter. 
	"T-the one..about if a child..has some sort of dis-" James starts, before reaching into his pockets, Rick pulls out two pistols from inside his shirt, before the coffee mug he'd let go of even hits the floor, one aimed square at James, while the other aims in towards Lilly, him squeezing off a shot, Lilly's right arm being blown from her body at the shoulder. Lilly falls to the ground, screaming in pain, and James moves forwards, as if to crawl over the table to get at Rick, before Rick adjusts his aim.
	"Temper, temper, or the next one will blow her brains all over the wall...." Rick says, and James freezes, tears welling up in his eyes. 
	"You son of a bitch!" He says, and Rick shrugs a little, and shoots Lilly's left leg, in the knee, her crying turning to a blood curdling scream of pain. 
	"Wish to make another comment?" Rick asks, before standing up, and walking over to the girl's arm. "..Ya know, I'm guessing you wouldn't have the money for a full limb re-construction......" Rick says, putting one pistol away, before picking up the girl's severed arm. Rick's remaining pistol is still trained on Lilly, and James gets on his knees. 
	"Please, no sir, I will get you your money, just don't do what I think you're gonna do..." James begs, tears streaming down his cheeks. Rick just walks back into the kitchen, and places the severed arm into James' microwave.
	"...So, tell me, what wattage is this microwave?" Rick asks James, and James begins to cry more. Rick sighs, and looks at James as if he was a spoiled child crying over spilled milk. "...Do I need to make this worse, or are you going to tell me the fucking wattage!" Rick yells.
	"900 watts! 900...you mother..fucker..." James sobs, and Rick smirks, as he punches in 8 minutes into the microwave. Once the machine starts, Rick thinks, before stopping the machine, and shoving some metal silverware into it, along with an aerosol can of some sort, before turning it back on again. Shortly after Rick forces James into the living room, the microwave explodes, sending chunks of metal and flesh all over the kitchen. Rick leans down, and smiles at James, who is holding Lilly in his arms, sobbing.
	"..Now, it won't be so hard to pay your loan now that Lilly's schooling will be free, huh James? Call the meat wagon over once I'm gone...." Rick says, patting James on the back, before strolling over to the door, before looking down at himself, and noticing his shoes had blood on them.
	"...Oh, and I'm adding the cost of my new shoes onto your loan..." Rick says, before leaving, pulling out a vial of cloudy liquid, and snorting it.
	"Woooo! It is good to be me!" Rick says, happy as can be, as he heads back the elevator he took up....concerned people rushing to the apartment moments after the elevator doors close....