Pedokiller

Chapter 8

My life felt like it was over. I stared at a bottle of pills. I loaded them into my hands. I almost took them all. I heard a knock on my door. I answered the door. It was a little girl and her mother. They were looking for a lost cat. I hadn't seen the cat. I told them that and I shut the door.

I suddenly lost the desire to die. That little girl looking for her cat. I wanted to find her cat for her. It was suddenly very important to me. I called in from work. My dirtbag boss had some sleazy comment as usual.

I searched high and low for her cat. I never found it. The cat was probably roadkill somewhere. People drive like maniacs these days. It's a reflection of our selfish social values. Anyway I never found her cat, but I did find my next victim.

He was a pedofile. I could tell. He wasn't the typical type. Once a person has hunted a certain prey that person develops instincts. I saw it in him. The way he looked at those girls. He has hunger in his eyes.

He was a preacher at a local church. The denomination didn't matter to me. His domination was all that mattered to me. I saw a girl that looked like Megan. It wasn't her but she looked very similar to her. I wasn't sure if it was my heartbreak, but I had to save Megan. She wasn't my Megan, but she was someone's Megan.

I went to the church. I lied and I said I was seventeen. I passed for it. The sinister minister approached me with sexual intent. He grabbed my ass. I pretended to like it slightly yet with fear. I fed into his repulsive fantacies.

I explored more into his realm of holy molestations. He was running a vile sex cult in the church I grew up in. I wasn't a big fan of God. Too many people like him existed for God to be efficient in my opinion. This evil pervert masquerading as a holy man made me sick.

The girls were brainwashed. They thought his penis was holy. He had taught the younger girls how to perform sex acts on him. I was absolutely disgusted by this pig. I waited and stalked my prey until the right time had come.

"Judy," he said.

I had lied about my name. I had gained his trust through weeks of make believe. He thought I was groomed girl. I was grooming him for his funeral. He stood on top of a ladder on a banister hanging a streamer for an upcoming event. Men are stupid and dangerous creatures by nature. I saw my opportunity and I struck. I shoved the ladder and he fell to his death.

He landed on his podium forty feet below. His back snapped like the wood. I heard him cry out in a blood gargling rasp. I calmly descended the stairs. He reaches his quivering hand out toward me. I smiled at his mangled body. His legs were snapped at the knees. His arm was broken and the bones had ripped through his hairy flesh.

"Your God can't save you," I stated and my voice echoed in the chamber.