Here is a one-shot of my MC’s POV, telling how he went from being Blackbird to become a villain.
So, it’s not a happy reading, I warn you.
Brace yourselves
Dear mother,
Today, I live again.
I rose from my ashes, as did the phoenix.
Me, the grey-eyed boy from the Narrows, the boy no one ever wanted.
The boy who saw his mother die from sickness, because he wasn’t strong enough to help her.
Me, the boy who has his father in jail because the man trusted the wrong persons, and didn’t care about his family.
I was a failure. I was weak.
Then you appeared.
You, the vigilante that decorated the walls of my room.
You, the idol I cherished since I was a toddler.
You, the one that was the only light in my pathetic life.
You, the mother I already loved before you even set your eyes on me.
You took me in, loved me like your own son. You, Lucian and Ace were the only ones I loved deep down in my broken heart. You gave me another chance in life.
All those mornings spent enduring your almost burned pancakes, watching Lucian read the newspapers, listening to your banters, drinking every words of Lucian’s lessons and playing with Ace.
You were my Mentor, mother, guardian, you were my world. I would have done everything you asked of me, you were perfect in my eyes.
Then you trained me. Taught me how to be strong, how to be fast, how to fight.
You praised me each time I did something right, when I managed to hit you when we trained, for each move or lessons I mastered.
The things I loved most were the times we played, or watched movies, even if Lucian was the one insisting on doing those things. All of you were my family.
Then came the day you deemed me ready to fly with my own wings over Kalathol, ready to embrace my new life.
My new costume was inspired by your own, black and orange.
I was Blackbird, your sidekick, your own Robin, your son.
And for the first time of my life, I was happy.
Then we both know what happened. Or at least, you think you do.
The bomb. Nero. The fall.
Do you know how long I stayed in this tomb, begging for you to come and save me? Do you know how long I struggled to breath, how long I listened to my own slowing heartbeat, and how long it took me to die?!
Of course you don’t, because you never came!!! I died, and you never even lift a damn finger!
This day, my trust in you died along with me.
"What defines us is how we rise after falling.”
I never realized how true this sentence was until I really fell. Until I died.
The first thing I recall of my awakening was the pain.
A throbbing, unbearable pain spreading in my body like cold fire, a pain so sharp and intense that every breath I took felt like I was dying once more.
The first thing I saw was green.
Green everywhere, surrounding me and trapping me along with the collar and the shackles while I was floating, helpless.
Rage rose within me, as I realized I woke up in a freaking laboratory. I was a bloody guinea-pig, along with others men and women like me.
They brought me back to life, and I killed them. Crushed them like ants, while I relished their looks of terror and pain as my power slaughtered them all.
I spared no one. I was Death itself. I was a demon.
I burned the place to the ground as I left. I wanted it gone, erased from the surface of the planet.
I had one goal, only one. Find you.
And find you I did. Along with him.
So, this is my replacement, Crow? Your new son? As soon as I was dead, you searched for another.
But it isn’t all. He stole everything from me, my identity, my own costume, my own name! He lives in what used to be my home, pets my dog, I bet you even gave him my room, didn’t you?
It was foolish of you to think that he could be Blackbird. This was a mistake you will not make twice, once I would have put a term to his pitiful existence.
Once I will have crushed every single bone in his body and heard his delightful screams of pain will he be allowed to die.
Slowly.
Alone.
Like I did.
But I don’t blame you.
That’s why you will have a merciful death.
You never saw the darkness in me, even as I was young. You never knew a pretty house and good meals weren’t enough to erase this part of me. And it came back alive even stronger when I woke.
Don’t worry, Crow, I will put your lessons to good use.
Dear mother,
Tomorrow is the day you will die.
How did you figure out my love plans for Troy? 
Got to love the thief! 
) in writing the plot in a way that I felt so much anger and betrayal towards Troy and Crow.