Pedokiller

Chapter 14

They were onto me. I knew it. I felt them driving slowly past my house. Every car was a cop to me. The intense paranoia was enough to move away and never look back. So I did. I moved far away into the countryside.

I lived in a cozy cabin. I was breathing fresh mountain air instead of the city's smog. I loved the tall pine trees and the scurrying animals. The deep streams of the woodlands flowed through me. I smiled and danced in the leaves. I felt free. For the first time in my life I was liberated from society.

I spent many nights around a campfire. I sang songs and played guitar. I watched the sunrise and set over a steaming cup of coffee. The warm brew heated up my insides. I thought of Megan. She was probably happy with someone else. I smiled at the thought of her.

The trees slightly swayed in the morning winds. Sunlight filtered through the pines upon my resting face. I felt the warmth on my shut eyelids. I could see fragments of color dazzling in the darkness. I was finally at peace. 

No one knocked on my door. The only visitors I had were opossums and raccoons. I liked those animals. They were cute in a vicious way. I related to them. They did what they had to inorder to survive and ensure their race continued. I did the exact same thing which led me here with them.

I stayed there for two years before my money ran dry. I moved back to a different city. I booted up the computer again. I was back online searching for my next victim. I wanted to stop. The compulsion to kill was too profound. I knew there was something deeply shattered in me. I couldn't fix my broken heart or mind. I had to kill again.

The area was full of pedofiles and rapists. I wasn't suprised in the least. I scrolled to the more shocking cases. The men who were 18 and had consensual sex with a 16 year old didn't interest me. In my opinion they weren't evil at all. They were just kids having fun in love. I went after the deranged predators. The ones that slipped into the cracks.

I found the perfect match. He was a handsome man. He liked to rape women on his bus route. He drove a bus for the city. He had relatives high up in the system. They got him off on his crimes, but I knew how to hack without detection. I found his file in the police database. He was a violent rapist. He had nearly killed an elderly woman.

He had held her down on a dirty street. He had raped her with such force that he had broken her pelvis.  I knew he had to be stopped. The police had failed us again. They're so inept that justice is a joke. The joke wasn't humerous at all either.

It took several weeks but I finally caught him alone. He was in the bus yard. He was scrolling through his phone. I snuck up on him. I knocked on the bus doors. I showed some cleavage. He let me in. I stabbed him in the neck. He rolled down the stairs an onto the street. He gargled with bloody bubbles ozzing from his throat. I stomped his pelvis while he cried for help. No one heard him. Just like his victim.

He bled out like a stuck pig. I watched his life drain from his eyes like the blood from his neck. I walked away. I drove home and burned my blood stained clothes. The plastic in my car melted in the flames. I always sat on plastic after a slaying. A hot shower washed him down the drain.