Phychosis

Chapter 9

I got into my car parked outside. I put it in drive and made my way to the street written on the back of the little pricks photo.
I was worried about Marty. I was hoping he could clean everything up before the cops came, If the cops ever came at all that is. I felt bad leaving Marty with out answers, but I was sure the news would fill him in quite quickly.
as I drove, I thought about what happened at the bar, I actually went completely phycho for the first time, It was uncontrollable. I killed 2 people who I'm not even sure we're guilty of anything, I just killed anyone that was in my way. I was glad that Marty came after the fight or I might of shot him too.
When I thought of Marty my mind snapped back to the task at hand. Finding that scumbag kid that decided to use a sweet, 17 year old girl as a punching bag. Bad mistake when one of her friends is a psychopathic trained security guard.
I eventually I made it to my destination. The place was a nice apartment complex. Obviously this kids parents had money. I didn't see anyone so I sat in the car for around 30 minutes. I listened to 80s music come through the stereo. Singers like hall and oats, godly and creme, and more sang their songs with pride.
I was listening to queens "bohemian rhapsody" when a jeep pulled up. A very familiar yellow jeep with raised suspension. And out stepped out my kid and his three friends, It didn't take long before my mind connected the dots. These four kids were the same kids that caused my wife's death and then never bothered to check on my wife's condition. The person that helped me through life after My best friends death. I was trying my best to control the rage. I stepped out of my car and walked over to the punks. "Hey assholes" I yelled to them. They all turned and looked my direction. "What you want old man" the lead punk said.
"I'm Looking for you asshole." I said to him.
"Listen old timer I would leave before you break a hip."
He and his buddies began to laugh. (Let me mention I'm only 35 years old). I interrupted his little comedy act when I grabbed him and slammed his back to the jeep.
"Hey what's your damn problem" he yelled.
"Your my problem pal." I responded. I pulled out my phone and opened a picture of my wife.
"Remember her asshole?" I said getting more enraged by the minute.
"Oh yeah" the little bastard said "that's the bitch that dented my jeep."
That was the last straw. That motherfucker just called my wife a bitch. I started to see red, then my mind flashed to my mangled wife being cut out of a car while this bastard looked at his barley dented jeep. And here he is now calling MY WIFE a bitch.
"That "bitch" was my wife" I said. "And you will pay your respects to her WITH YOUR BLOOD!"  I couldn't hold my rage in any longer.
I pulled the 45 from my holster and put a round in his gut, He fell to the pavement in pain. I wanted him to suffer, just like my wife did. One of his friends came to his aid, taking a swing at me. I blocked his punch with my left arm and followed up by putting a round in his chest, followed by a round to his skull.
Another one of his friends came at me from the front of the jeep wielding a bat. I swung the drivers side door open just as he swung the bat. The bat connected with the door, causing the glass to shatter.  I threw a punch through the broken window, connecting with his face. I felt the bone of his nose break under my fist. While he was stunned, I walked around the door and grabbed him by the back of his head. I proceeded to slam his neck Into the shards of glass from the broken window. He grabbed his impailed throat gargling as he fell to the pavement.
The third kid pulled a knife and started to swish and stab at me, I dodged the attempts. He took a step towards me trying to stab me, but he got too close which gave me the chance to disarm him. I grabbed his wrist and forced my left arm into his right elbow, I heard the bone snap causing him to drop the knife In pain. As he held his arm i grabbed the dropped knife.
"Hey you dropped something" I said to him. I Kneed hm in the stomach, causing him to kneel over in pain. I then picked him up by the collar of his polo shirt. I saw the last bit of fear in his eyes right before I slid the knife across his throat.
I turned my attention back to the woman beater. He was trying to crawl to the front of the apartment complex.
"We're not done yet asshole." I said as I grabbed his leg. I drug him back to the jeep, he moaned in pain all the way there. I lifted him up and threw him against the passenger side of the jeep.
"So you like to beat defenseless girls huh?" I said. I then delivered a punch to his jaw Followed by a kick to the stomach. He slid down the now red and yellow jeep, He was bleeding heavily through the shot to his gut. "But then you have enough nerve to insult my wife's death that YOU CAUSED!" I screamed. I opened the passenger side door and set his head where the door Closes. I then slammed his head in the door over and over until he stopped moving.
I pulled the door back open to see his head caved in and covered in blood.
I felt some closure from my wife's death. I had finally avenged her death by killing him with the same thing he killed her with. That yellow jeep.
I walked away from the scene. I was covered in the blood of the kids I just killed, The 3 teens laid dead on the street, They were at least 17. But I didn't feel one ounce of guilt, they got was coming to them.
    I made it back to the car and started the engine. I could hear sirens in the distance. Once again the cops were to late. I put the car in drive and sped away from the scene.
As I drove through the night, I reflected on what I had just done. I just killed 3 teens in some of the most brutal ways possible, But I didn't care. Those little rich kid bastards got what was coming to them, and they were the first of many.
I heard sirens behind me, once again New York's  finest were to late. It was basically pointless to call the EMTS for those kids, They were long gone.
And so was I.