Pedokiller

Chapter 4

I waited for a knock on my door. Handcuffs and jail cells the whole prison yard, but they never came. They never arrested me. So I flew under the radar. I kept my head down in my cubical and I did my work. I didn't talk to other people. I didn't value their opinions.

A couple years passed by until I found the couple. They were something straight feom the depths of Hell. They were convicted pedofiles who had served twenty years in prison. They were both out free in society. They were in their mid forties.

The man was fat and balding. The woman was skinny and nearly blind. I wouldn't turn a blind eye to what they had done to their own child. They raped and tortured their own daughter for over ten years. They had kept her in a cage. She was their household sex slave. She was mentally disabled.

I won't go into details about what they did to her. I will go into detail about what I did to them. I crept into their house one night like a racoon seeking catfood. I lost weight so I could squeeze my way through the doggy door. The cage was still there but a dog lived inside it. The dog was dead. I had fed him poison two days before my attack. I felt bad about killing the dog. That was the only kill I felt remorse about. He was Collateral damage.

I snuck up the stairs. I couldn't stop seeing the cage and imagining myself in it. All of those ignored screams and cries for help matched the scars on my arms. I approached their bedside. I showed them my bedside manners. I poured a gallon of gas all around them. I walked down the stair and over the cage where the dead dog laid. I lit a match from outside the doggy door. I stood there a moment and watched.

The house lit up and smoke poured from the windows. I heard them scream for mercy. The same cries she had let out. I laughed as I listened to them burn in my hell. They deserved every ounce of searing agony.

I broke free of the trance of dancing flames. I fled through the woods wearing a man's shoes. I escaped into the night on a path. The moon was dull and faded like a smoky mountain. I climbed through the brush and made my way to my car. I drove home and stopped for food along the way.  I was hungry like the pedofiles I was killing. The only problem was my hunger couldn't be fed.