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Title: Hero
Author: wildcat9040
Rating: PG-13
Summary: I figure that this is what ran through Jack's mind while he was standing on the bridge.
Disclaimer: If I owned them it would make me happy, but I don't thanks for reminding me *pouts*

I am a hero.

My hands, my tools, my career.

Size nine ring finger.

A tiny black spot under my thumb nail, a bruise from a rock.

Callused palms, weathered skin.

How many people have these hands killed? Murdered?

How many people have died,

Stopped living,

Ceased to exsist,

Under my fingertips?

Before the island, eight.

After ninety days on the island, twelve.

I'm no better than those pricks on death row.

Boone, the marshall.

Patient 4815 in room 1623.

The wind blows solemnly across the bridge as I climb onto the ledge.

Christian Shephard. I could have saved him, but I didn't.

I could have...no, I SHOULD have saved every damn one of them.

I am a hero.

I am a villain.

I am a surgeon.

I am a coroner.

I am a savior.

I am a fallen angel.

I am a doctor.

I am an executioner.

Now I will join them all in death,

And pay for my sins for an eternity in hell.

I am a murderer.