Short Stories

Vigilante

-Warning- murder, blood, cutting, torture

Lying came easily for me, after years of doing it to survive. My family has always been broken, I live with my grandparents but they don't want me. I was born with a great burden, my father was a well know psychopath and my mother killed herself. My grandparents have been taking me to therapy my entire life, but of course with my grandparents the therapist just asked until they got the answer they wanted. I learned to lie to make them happy, I lie to make them leave me alone. With all of this, I also made sure to do good in school and dress to show my femininity, per my grandparents request. They wanted me to be perfect and to bring home a good boy, little did they know what I really did. I waited till night to leave my room, they say patience is a virtue and I need lots of it. I walk the streets alone, I move from the neighborhoods full of families and security, into the main town business square. Food places, regular store fronts, and even a bar which all were connected by intertwining alleys. I had the printed out the night before the papers about my newest victim, oh they told me I would always be a murder in the end. So I stoped fighting their expectations, I became a killer only my targets weren't innocent. John Smith, age 34, raped three woman to death. He still hasn't been caught, which brings me to task at hand, I found out their has been sightings of him nearby. I walk through the streets with a secret knife or two hidden in various places on my body, I don't like the usage of guns, it's to quick of a death for my liking.

"Get off please," I hear a frantic cry, the person who it belonged to the voice must be near. I walk to where the sound had come from, I grow a little worried that no other sounds have been made. I walk around to see a park bench, on the park bench is a woman who I would guess is a little older than me and a man who looked much older. I stride over and rip the man off of the woman, seeing her face I didn't realize how young she really looked, I even recognize her from my school. I know for a fact she doesn't recognize me, with the half mask I'm wearing, and the makeup... along with the outfit change. The man stumbles back and looks at me shocked, I recognized him.

"Hello, John Smith," I spat with a deep voice. He looks startled and turns to run, I let him run about ten meters before I pull out a very sharp knife and hurl it at the man's calf. John drops to the ground with a cry of pain, he looks at the knife that is planted deep in his flesh.

"I suggest you leave," I warn the teen with a bit of a growl. The teen bolts far way from us, I turn my attention back to John who has now gotten the knife out of his calf. I walk over and throw another knife at him, this time it hits him squarely in the back. His jaw clenched together to stop himself from crying out, I merely smile.

"Don't like a taste of your medicine?" I tease with a cruel tone.

"Fine you caught me," he says in a husk voice," take me to the police."

"Hahah," I laugh with a smirk," it's cute you think I was going to take you to the police." His eyes go wide, he then looks at what I am wearing as a realization hits him.

"Now," I grab another knife off of me and sink it quickly into his shoulder," let's have some fun why don't we?" He cries out and tries to push me off but it's clear he had gone to a bar because he was tipsy. I grab his arm and shove it so hard behind his back that I dislocated the shoulder. Another cry out and he starts to beg incoherent sentences at me.

"I am going to enjoy killing you," I tell him. About 15 minutes later and he was dead, I had removed each of his fingers and I cut down the sides of his entire body with a blunt blade till he was bleeding. I made sure to keep him awake during all of this, I saw the regret in his eyes. Jail was too good, life was too good. I made sure his last moments were painful, I even had to cut his tongue out to silence his annoying begging. I watched as he choked on his tears and whispered as I cut his legs multiple times as I reminded him of the woman he had wronged. I stood over his dead boy pleased with my work, his eyes were dull and lifeless.

"I'll see you in hell," I tell his body as I walk back home. I get into my room without a sound, and quietly changed while cleaned up. It was almost 3 in the morning when I lied down to sleep. I was going to hell for what I have done, but I felt no sympathy for those I have killed.

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