Known

22📚|Betrayal

The killer

Jerome Adams (52). Has kidnapped over one hundred homeless people to do experiments on. Including: Rape, testing out drugs, and weapons.

He deserves to die.

I slammed the folder shut and threw it on the passenger seat, my eyes found their way to the asshole who's life I'm about to take. Walking so casual through the streets of Rochester; his hands stuffed inside his pocket and a pleasant smile plastered on his face. People like him make the city what it is today but I am here to fix that.

This especially triggered me because it was a man like him who took my parents away from me, a man who my father was dealing with.

I scoffed, a well sophisticated man such as my father should've never been dealing with a low life like him, who lives off the lives of others. He broke into our home with his men and murdered my parents execution style while I hid in the linen closet watching.

I only came downstairs to grab a glass of milk when I heard the commotion. I wasn't a stupid kid but that night the fear I felt wasn't like anything I've ever experienced and it took everything in me not to run out and embrace my parent's. Tte screams and wails of my mother as she watched her husband die was forever etched into my mind.

It was a good thing my parents had decided to install soundproof walls so it would block out the obnoxious noise me and my brother would cause whenever we were playing. He would have heard everything and come downstairs and I would have lost him too.

I was only ten when it happened but I never forgot his name and dedicated eleven years of my life to find him. In the chaos of it all I forgot I still had a brother and while he got the chance to move on and live a happy life doing what he loves, I was fueled with rage and killing anyone who was like the man who took our parents away from us.

I slipped on my gloves and replaced the half mask with my full one before pinning it to my coat, the fake skin underneath the material itch like crazy but it and my bullet vest were my only form of protection. It was almost night when I decided to make my move and from what I've been studying, Jerome walks the same route every Thursday to get to an orgy club just a few blocks from here.

My car was parked within the midst of many others and looked like a broken down version of what a farmer would drive. I hopped out, knife in hand. Tucked away within the sleeve of my coat. I trotted across the empty street and hid myself within the darkness of an alleyway.

I've done this one too many times to be afraid of what waits in the dark because what waits should be afraid of me. I rounded a couple buildings before coming out on the hidden entrance of the club, it was wedged between two closely built buildings and had a neon sign on the door that read; treats. I began to walk towards the entrance but before I could take another step a cold metal was pressed against the back of my head and the deep voice of a man erupted, "don't move, I won't hesitate to blow your head off."

I froze but kept my eyes on the entrance.

"We've got him boss," the man's voice came again, british? Irish? I couldn't properly place his accent but he was definitely not Jerome.

Whatever he was talking through rattled with static as another voice sounded, "Keep him there I'm on my way," now that was Jerome. The fucker was expecting me and now I'm cornered, I could have easily taken the guy holding me at gun point down but I had no view of what was going on behind me and a bullet was faster than my hands.

Soon the front door to the club opened and out came a smug looking Jerome, smoking a cigarette with his face hidden under a hat. "So your the asshole that's been following me around huh?" Jerome has a strong New York accent which gives away his ties to the US. I remained quiet and watched the every move of the man who I was supposed to kill, "frisk him and take that creepy mask off, " he ordered to his lacky. When he reached for the mask I spun and gave him a right hand to the face but just as I predicted I was cornered, two other men emerged holding guns and the one that I just punched was very pissed.