Pedokiller

Chapter 15

I was focused too much on pedofiles that had been caught, convicted, and registered. I needed to be more proactive. I signed up on a dating website. I used fake pictures from the internet. The foul messages poured in like sewage from a pipe.

"Hey babe. I want to fuck," his text read.

"Hi, me too. I'm horny," I typed back.

"Lets do it," he suggested.

"I'm 12 is that ok?" I asked.

"Mmmmm yes are you a virgin?" He asked.

"Yea," I responded.

"Good, I want to pop your cherry," he said.

The conversation became increasingly more lewd. He sent pictures of his short and fat penis. I was disgusted. He agreed to meet me at a large store fifteen miles away. I drove there, and I told him I was with my parents. He didn't care. He was so horny that his arousal outweighed his mind. That was very typical in men. 

He pulled up in a rusty pick-up truck. The monster tossed a drink cup on the pavement. He released a loud belch. I watched with a snarled lip as he rolled around in his seat. His gigantic flabs glistened with sweat as he struggled to remove his shirt. I felt myself dry heave.

I walked over to his truck. He didn't notice me as I pressed the barrel up to the back of his neck. I could smell his body odor. He reeked of  stale cheese. I clicked back the hammer on the revolver. He jerked in fear. I squeezed the trigger. His head exploded like a watermelon. This time I used a .357 magnum instead of a .22. I wanted to send a message to the pedofiles instead of a text.

A social hysteria broke loose. People were running. I heard screams echo in between the cars. I sat there in my car watching the chaos unfold. His nearly decapitated head hung out the door. Fragments of skull mixed with blood ran down his white door. Shocked people filmed and snapped pictures of the dead man.

The police arrived in a few minutes. I watched it all unfold. Then I proceeded onward as the police cleared the area. I knew that evading the scene when I heard the gunshot wasn't suspicious. A dozen people sped off. I wanted to see the fear in them. I desired to see my message written in blood.