Pedokiller

Chapter 24

I decided to stay with her. I trusted Kelly. I knew she wouldn't report me. After our long and heartfelt conversation I felt at ease. I never asked her to kill again. She didn't bring it up ever. I didn't blame her. Killing wasn't for everyone. I knew that and she did too.

I went to a flower shop to buy some roses for Kelly. I saw him. His beady eyes were staring at little boys' asses as they strolled by. I felt sick to my stomach as he licked his lips. The pedofile was hungry. I had a final meal for him.

I watched him for weeks. He was a very normal appearing man. He didn't seem bad until one night. I saw him change like a werewolf. He was typical looking until I saw a shovel chop a child's head off. He had sex with a headless cadaver. I was shocked to the core.

I darted toward the store. I kicked open the door. He was crouched over the boy like a fiend. His eyes were as black as coal. His teeth looked like fangs. He was a usual man, but I saw the monster in him. He hid his demons well behind thick glasses. He wore fancy suits like Kelly. He looked like a real life cartoon character.

"Why?" I asked while holding him at gun point.

"Why not?" He argued with crazed eyes.

"This is sick!" I shouted.

"And what you're doing isn't?" He asked.

"No," I stated.

"Why?" He questioned with a mocking tone.

"Because I'm stopping sickos like you from molesting children," I stated.

"His head is off and my dick is in him. You didn't stop shit, bitch," he rasped.

I shot him between the eyes. He fell into the child's grave. His lips curled a tiny smile as his lungs deflated. Blue lights shined behind me. The police surrounded me with guns drawn. I was facedown in the dirt. A knee was smashing my spine. Cold steel cuffs fastened around my wrists.

"What in the hell is going on?" The police man demanded.

"You already know," I stated.

"You're the notorious pedo-killer," he announced to the officers.

"Yes I am," I admitted.

I was hauled off to jail. They had watched me kill the evil man. They informed me that they had been watching him. He was the target of the bust. I showed up and I killed their suspect. I felt like an idiot. They also informed me that I was wanted by the FBI.

I sat in a well lit cell. The walls were dirty and cold. I was uncomfortable. The metal rack I slept on was unforgiving. My back ached. I heard people yelling. They cheered for me when the word spread that I was the pedofile killer.

I was a queen in jail. The inmates loved me for killing all those worthless child molesters. They chanted my name. I felt like royalty amongst them. I was given free commissary. All the mothers thanked me profusely for my service. I felt like a soldier returning home from battle. I had won the war.

A few glorious weeks passed by. I went to court. I stood in shackles wearing my orange jumpsuit. I felt like a pumpkin with chains. The Judge entered the courtroom after a long wait. The crowd stood up and sat down.

I listened to the pathetic criminals beg him for mercy. He had none. He sentenced everyone to a max sentence. I finally stood before him

"Miss Elizabeth Callahan," he boomed.

"Yes, your dishonor," I retorted.

"How do you plead to these charges?" He asked ignoring my insolence.

"Guilty as charged," I stated.

"You're sentenced to six counts of first degree murder," he stated.

"I'm guilty of more than that," I confessed.

"How many murders have you committed?" He inquired while raising an eyebrow.

"I lost count," I said.

"You'll have life in prison to remember," he said.

"Permission to speak freely?" I asked.

"By all means, but remember this is a court of law," he proclaimed.

"I did it. I killed all of those men and women. I am the pedofile killer. I did it to restore order in the world. I'm proud to be a vigilante. In my opinion the criminal justice system has failed us all. We live beside these creeps. We tolerate them. They deserve the death penalty and so do I. I feel no guilt for what I've done. In fact, I am proud. I'd do it all again if it saved one child from being hurt, " I stated.

The courtroom was silent. No one coughed or moved. The judge raised both of his bushy eyebrows. He motioned for the baliff to take me away. I didn't resist. I was led back to my cell.

I was shipped off to a maximum security prison. I spent the rest of my life there. I never had a write up or any disciplinary action. They never put me near any child molesters. I wasn't allowed to look at the segregation unit. I didn't want to look at them anyway. My job was done. My legacy lives on even though my body rots in a cell. I avenged many, and I was the detetance for so many potential victims.