Justice in Tweed

Chapter 1

I suppose I should introduce myself. Not my name, I'm too clever for that. How about a feature you will always remember? I am human.

Of course, that is not all. I am going to, In this chapter of the story of my year of justice, I will explain in great detail the steps I took to kill the twelve men and women that I believed had it coming. I will explain the first in this chapter.

I walked down the hall of the courthouse, my waistcoat slightly flapping from my speed. I was wearing a brown tweed suit with a white shirt and black necktie. On my head was a brown fedora with a small brim, like one traditionally worn in Germany, Austria, or Switzerland. As shoes (thanks to a person very dear to me, I knew that toes leave prints too) I had on brown leather loafers.

My target was a former high school and middle school teacher under suspicion for the rape, abuse, and murder of thirteen students, seven in middle school and six in high school. He had pleaded guilty to all charges. My weapon was a derringer concealed in a false cell phone that would cause it not to show up on scans. It had worked countless times and already worked here, I had made it past the metal detectors with ease. I was there early, and took my seat one row behind where the accused would sit. The clock ticked.

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As the trial progressed waited for the right moment. I didn't have to worry about fingerprints, the had been removed by a Bankhok laser surgeon years ago. I lifted a black handkerchief with a radioactive implant that disrupted security cameras, my gun hidden behind it. I aligned the top barrel with his head and fired, quickly replacing it in its hiding place. Panic ensued, and I stood, readying an obsidian knife in my inner jacket pocket and left. At the entrance, someone tried to stop me. I introduced him to igneous rock. His death was fairly painless.