Pedokiller

Chapter 12

I wish I could say it got harder to kill them. The truth is it got much easier. All the jitters of the initial kills faded to numbness. Killing them was like opening a bottle of soda, because it had become so insignificant to me.

The police were looking for white male in his twenties. They always profiled white young men. I used men's clothing to commit my so called crimes. I left fibers and footprints behind on purpose. They never suspected a woman wearing men's clothing.

I always kept my hair tucked up into a bun. The bun was hidden inside a hoodie. The killer was hidden inside a pretty womam. I kept a low profile. In many aspects I didn't even exist. I had no social life. No family or friends still, and I was an outcast. I was fine with all of this isolation. Relationships were too confusing to me anyway.

The only relationship I was concerned with was justice. My cold steel blade or barrel pressed against the head of a dispicable sex offender was my life. I became obcessed with finding them and ending their miserable lives. 

I was relatively suprised that there wasn't more people out there like me. All the family men and women in the world they wanted to protect children yet they did nothing. They loved their kids but allowed sex offenders to live near them. At any time that potential predator might destroy the lives and minds of children. They grow up into adults with substance abuse, mental, and physical health issues.

Most people obey the silly laws. They don't do anything outside of the social norms. I was the deviance in that system. I was the pedofile killer. The one who made the world bright again. The one who would stop all of the sick people from spreading their diseases. The innocent children needed me like a super hero in a world filled with villains.

I stared searching again. I always browsed the internet for more. Some of them had moved away. There were a few that I couldn't reach. They were well armed and too dangerous. I didn't risk my life on them. The reclusive hand on a gun type males those sickos were too much risk for me. I looked for the easier target. The one's a petite female could kill without notice.

If anything in the neighborhoods looked suspicious I abandoned the killing zone. My instincts were good. I noticed police patroling pedofilic places more. They were trying to protect these horrid creatures. I saw vans and unmarked cars in the areas. They should have let me kill with impunity. I was breaking a vicious cycle.

I laid low for a long time. I didnt kill for three years. I just worked and kept my head down. All the empty coffee cups and empty hours built up. I didn't seem to notice that time passed by. The seasons changed but the perverts remained the same.

One night I searched again. I was out of the blue and into the dark corners of the list again. My eyes gazed upon his profile. He had raped a neighbor girl seven times. He was out on parole after serving a measly decade in prison. He was out on good behavior.

I drove to his house midday. I crept up his stairs. I saw him through a crack in his curtains. He was vigorously masturbating to child pornography. I knocked on the door. There was a commotion and then he let me in.

I shut the door behind me and I pulled out my pistol. He held up his lotion coated hands. The fright leapt from his eyes upon me. I felt nothing but the gun in my hands. He stood there frozen in terror. His paralysis was humerous when his pants fell down.
His exposed pink penis dangled toward his left thigh.

"Cut it off," I told him while tossing a knife toward him.

I backed up away from him. He stared at me with a crazed look. He looked down at his penis, and then he looked up at me. He focused on the knife for a moment. He picked up his penis. His face morphed into an akward grimace. I jingled the gun. He sliced it off. He dropped the knife. I heard the blade clatter on the floor.  He stared into my eyes as he bled all over the floor. He urinated blood like a faucet.

I stood there and watched him bleed. He never said a word. The unspoken silence suggested that he knew he deserved it. He suddenly fell face first on the floor. I picked up his severed penis. I opened his mouth and I shoved it inside his rotten cavern. I shot him seven times in the head. I reloaded for the last round.