The Vigilante

Chapter 6 - Let's be realistic. I have killed more that most serial killer.

Being a Vigilante is hard work. Being a Vigilante having to work at the best known fast food chain in town is hard. I get off of work smelling like french fries and oil. Somedays, I really don't know which one is worse.

But it forces me to go home for showering before going hunting. I can't just go on a whim. I have to let go of the smell. And eliminating risks of leaving any traces of me behind me.

Today, I've worked the evening shift, from 3PM to 11PM and I am now back at home. I just took my shower and I am looking at myself in the miror, making sure I don't forget anything and that I am okay, that I look like a nobody, that I am invisible.

In my line of work, the smallest detail could lead to my demise.

As I finish my preparations, I can't help but think about my life since I left my last foster family. Let's be realistic, let's be honest. I have killed more that most serial killer. Does it count that my victims are the lowest of the lowest, that they are criminals, rapists and murderers? Does it makes a difference? I don't feel different. In fact, I do not consider myself like a criminal.

Maybe not for the DA. But I don't care. Because as soon as the news, as the medias, are going to start to talk about me, about my work, I'll just move. Find a new town where I can be Justice again.

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Since all the girls went to the same bar before they woke up alone and pregnant, I decide to take Reese there with me. She would be my pawn.

I had her dress in the same style as the other girl. Cute trendy dress, her hair undone on her shoulders and smokey eyes makeup.

When she gets out of the bathroom, she is breathtaking. I can't take my eyes off her. She is so beautiful, with her heart face shape face and big brown eyes that, for a moment, I wondered if I could continue that pretense because my heart feels a little twinge.

But that moment only lasted a minute.

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The place is packed. We don't have any problem getting in. It seems like being tall and dark with a hot chick on your arms is opening a lot of doors.

I sit at the bar, sipping a bottle of water and I smile whenever Reese is looking at me. I make sure she is well supplied in rhum and coke. Tipsy Reese is funny and it is an insurance that she will not ask too many question if I start to act differently.

This hunting was proving very difficult bacause I can't help but be distracted by Reese. I knew who she was when I answered her ad for a roomate online, but what I had not expected, what the reaction I would have when I am around her.

I order another bottle of water and force myself to look elsewhere while Reese is busy dancing to the latest popular pop song.  My attention is quickly drawn to a girl to my left. Small and blond, she looks like the girl next door with her polka dress. She is by the bar and has just ordered a drink. I am curious so I am looking at the barmaid, to see what he kind of drink he makes. Rhum and Coke. The Rapist's victims usually don't target women that drinks. At least, that is what Reese told me after tox screens had been made on the victims. All of them came back clean. No alcool and no drugs, save for the Narcozep, which was use to make them inconscient. The girl then turned and I saw the front of the dress she was wearing. Big and deep decolte, the Rapist would never have fall for something dressing like that.

Dead end.

 I turned my head back toward where Reese was and it takes me a full two minutes of staring on the dance floor to realize that she is not there. I decide to wait ten more minutes, to see if she maybe would be in the bathroom. No luck.

Reese has disappear.