Angel Of Death

Chapter One

Letter sent to The NYPD and several Newspapers

Sup Losers. I'm Azrael and you;re all going to die.

I don't mean eventually, well yes, I do mean eventually, but I also mean that I'm going to be the one who kills you. It will be my my hand that you die.

Whether it be by gun, knife, rope, etc, you will die because it is my will. One by one, By the dozen. Maybe even a building full now and again

You WILL die and I will be the one to kill you.

Why?

Because I can. Because it's fun. Because each and every one of you are sinners. Rotten people who are poisoning our world.

You will never see me coming, but you will fear my arrival. You will never catch me, but trust me, you will try.

Best of luck to you, because tonight, one of you sinners will die. One less rotten person, a fraction of a percent of the poison gone from our society.

You have been warned

Take it to heart. This is not a school shooting or a bomb threat. This is murder. This is justice,

I am an Angel of Death and no longer will I sit by and watch as you destroy.

No one is safe. You will die, but first I will watch you try to run and hide.

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Eric Kingsley. Victim Number One. What, you may ask, has Mr. Kingelsy done?

Well I'll tell you.

Eric has lied, cheated and stolen. He lied to his family, cheated on a loving wife and stole a bright future from his daughter.

I feel as if I should clarify a few things.

Eric is thirty. His wife, Katlyn Kingsley, we'll return to later. His daughter is twenty four, a college honor roll student on her way to becoming a renowned scientist. Abigail Kingsley was well loved and set up for a wonderful life. A life that was cruelly stolen from her. Eric's first crime was lying to these two women, which is closely linked to his second crime : cheating.

You see, Mr. Kingsley is actually living a double life. Married to two women, Alexandra being the second. Her son, Lincoln is a classmate of his half sister, Abigail.

Every other night, he lives with Alexandra and Lincoln, spending time with Katlyn and Abigail the next. This, however, is not what has doomed him to my vengeance. No, it was what he had stolen.

Abigail was once a lively girl, loved by all. Key word: "was". As of three months ago, she lives in her beloved garden, which she had spent hours tending to, more fond of it than anything in the world.

Three months ago, August tenth, Abigail was studying for her midterm with Lincoln at his house when she learned of her father's double life. When Eric walked into the house, the first sight that greeted him was that of his children. He fell into a rage and dragging his daughter outside he killed her. Lincoln followed them out, trying to stop his father. Taking a shovel that was leaning against the house, Eric knocked Lincoln out as Abigail screamed. Turning on her, Eric swung the shovel again and again until her head was so bloody you couldn't see a wound and her breathing was so faint that no one could be able to tell if she was alive or not. Lincoln stirred but his waking was stopped by a few more hit of the shovel. Whether she was alive or not, Eric dragged Abigail to his car and drove her home and proceeded to bury her in the garden while Katlyn was at a bar with her girlfriends.

As he drove back to Alexandra's house, he was contacted by the hospital and told that Lincoln was in a coma and it was not expected that he should wake up any time soon.

These are his crimes. Can you truthfully tell em that he deserves life when he has taken so much? I tell you that you cannot, because even if you did, it would not stop me from doing what I am doing, which is breaking into his house at one in the morning.

For a sinner, the house he shares with Katlyn is lovely. Warm, inviting, cozy even.

His room is the third to your left when you come out of the kitchen. Katlyn is asleep next to him, peaceful.I watch Eric for a moment, allowing myself a moment to pity him. What had driven him to this life?

It didn't matter, but it's a logical question, or at least it was because I had no time to think about it as Eric turned over in his sleep. Even if this was my first kill, I wasn't stupid enough to let him see me. The clever that I had taken from the kitchen was already in my hand as I prepared for what I was about to do. Slowly, I raised the knife. He turned again, baring his throat to me. It was time.

With a sickening thump, I plunged the blade into his throat as far as I can manage. Rocking the blade back and forth to loosen it, my first kill was completed. My visit went unnoticed until the sun rose. Let's just say that Katlyn has quite a pair of lungs. I watched from a nearby building as the neighbors gathered.

"Someone call the police!" A voice of logic in the midst of chaos. And so they were called, Katlyn was taken in for a statement, though I can't imagine they were able to get much out of her. She was a mess! Her night gown was covered in her husband's blood and I would say she was mad by the way she fought to keep them from taking Eric away.

Needless to say, I enjoyed the show.