Vigilante

Prologue

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"Good people do not need the law to tell them to act responsibly while bad people will find a way around the laws."

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Kana

I put my hood in place and lift my mask so it covers up to my nose, the darkness being my biggest alibi.

I can't afford to get caught before anything even starts. I have too much to lose.

Once everything is under control, I lock eyes on my target.

Choi Hoon
A murderer who was released from prison after only two years because he didn't remember what he did.

Just because he was drunk and couldn't remember anything from that night didn't mean he hadn't done it. His wife and daughter weren't coming back and that didn't give him the excuse to continue with his life as if nothing had happened.

Wasn't he at least feeling guilty for what he had done?

I was planning to find out, and depending on his answer and sincerity, life and death would be bargained. Just as he had bargained with it two years ago.

I slowly make my way to him from behind through the dark alleyway, making sure no one sees or hears anything.

Once I'm close enough I reach for the neckline of his jacket and push him against the wall.

This catches him by surprise as his eyes go wide. He tries to free himself as I put pressure in his neck with my hand. He stops when I push with more force.

"Who-who are you?" He asks me, trying to squirt his eyes to try and recognize my face. When he sees that that doesn't work, he asks a different question. "What do you want from me?" His raspy and shaky voice doesn't make me pull away, instead, I push harder.

"I just want you to answer one thing" I say, my voice coming out quite deep thanks to the device I achieved a few months back.

He looks at me, waiting for me to speak again.

"Do you feel guilty for what you did?" I stare into his eyes as I talk, making sure he understands how serious this moment is for him. I guess he doesn't, since he stays silent.

I go to ask again when I see him reach out for something in his pocket: a knife.

I pull away before he can hit me with it, making sure he doesn't have a clean shot from where I stand.

"Don't you feel any guilt?" I say again, the sourness and anger evident in my voice for only his ears to hear.

He slowly comes closer, pointing the knife in my direction as a frown makes way to his fractions.

"Why would I?" He replies. "I don't remember anything about It. I'm sure they must have done something to provoke me. It's their own fault."

As every word leaves his mouth a new one marks his sentence. The bargaining is done. He made his choice.

And I made mine.

Before he can utter anything else I launch myself at him, knocking the knife out of his hand before he can backaway.

He tries to grab my hood off but I'm faster than him. I grab his hand and twist it just enough to hear a crack.

I push him to the wall once more before hitting him hard, throwing him to the ground. I go for the knife and, once it's no longer in his grasp, I throw it far away.

Then, I start punching.

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