Diary of a Sociopath

Chapter 8- Number 5

#5 Eran Julio

Local vandal who has taken it upon himself to not only ruin my car, but nearly rape the woman I would do anything to protect. I also discovered by surveying him how he had a habit of selling drugs and weapons to younger children in the area. He was a greedy man who would do absolutely anything for money.

I watched close each night to how he Eran would rest his car at the park before walking a distance to an abandoned train station where he would make his exchanges. But this would be the last one that he would make. Pushing open the door and jamming it shut with the lock, he turned with a cigarette in his mouth before glaring at me.

"Don't I know you?" he asked, unaware he was looking death in the eyes.

"Of course. Think back before the holidays." I said, almost teasing him as he lingered for a moment before taking the cigarette from his mouth.

"You are...the man who ruined my car-"

"I think you got even..."

"I had to pay for ten thousand dollars worth of damages! Your car only had maybe a few hundred!"

"And what about what you did to Ava?"

"That b***h has been begging for it for years."

With no hesitation, I had him by the collar, up towards the blacked out windows as his cigarette fell from his lips. I could see a deep fear in his eyes, but could also see it wasn't for death-it was for pain.

"Are you the phantom vigilante? Killing those who hurt others? I did not hurt anyone-"

"But you would. Given the chance, you would have killed her-"

"That is simply assumption...I admire Ava...she is so...supple...fragile...It would be a shame to see someone like that broken-"

"You stay the hell away from her...And your goons too...I want you to tell them to..." I released his collar as he picked up his cigarette once more and acted as if nothing had happened but a civil conversation.

"I am not afraid to die...but you should be afraid on what would happen to your little b***h if anything happens to me."

"I find it pathetic how you attack her for having the common sense to reject you. You could get a woman one day...one with extensively low self esteem who has no sight or hearing and only uses you for a green card or maybe...maybe just to not be alone anymore."

"You think you're funny?"

Personally, I do. I find my sarcasm almost painfully funny. But to this instance, I kept him without a response.

"I see...Well I could always go after Matthew." Suddenly my rage filled over the boiling point and the blade of the knife was in his stomach. So deep that I heard the blade hit the other side of the glass behind his body. His hand fell over the blade as I removed it and fell back against the pillar before heading towards the door, seeing his eyes closed and a profusely bleeding wound. Upon getting into my car, I quickly changed clothes before disposing of the weapon in a ravine-never to be found by anyone. But I found I had lost my temper. Never in my existence had I lost it so bad before-not caring of the repercussions. But to know those I care for were in danger-I had to. I eliminated the target. Unintentionally this time...but at least he was gone....