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As the guy finally stormed out of the bar, I took my time following him, remaining in the shadows. At least the two employees left in the bar hadn’t paid any attention to the fact that I’d slipped out right after the jerk.
I preferred having a secure location where I could take my time with the abuser, helping educate him on the reasons why preying on young women to get his jollies wasn’t in his best interest.
But often, desperate times called for desperate measures, something my father used to say. I almost laughed realizing I’d allowed myself to utilize anything my savage, violent father had ever said.
Even though one of the last things he’d said before succumbing to the evil demons who’d waited in the shadows for the sick fuck to take his last breath was something that had haunted my brothers and me for almost two decades.
“Like father, like sons. I’m proud of what all three of you have become.” Then he’d laughed moments before he’d been cut to ribbons like the bastardized monster he truly was. I could no longer remember who’d make the first strike. It no longer mattered given the length of time that had gone by.
Proud?
It had taken us hunting him down like he’d done to dozens of people for him to tell us he was proud. If the fucker wasn’t already being broiled in the flames of hell, I’d enjoy slaughtering him all over again.
I shook off the memories, concentrating on the moment.
“Ah, fuck,” the kid said when he realized one of his buddies had taken his car keys, which was a good thing. Drinking and driving was another horrible offense. I loathed anything to do with overindulgence.
After searching his pockets several more times, he grumbled and cursed, finally taking off on foot.
I followed closely behind, getting a little closer every few blocks. He’d headed home via a dangerous part of town, which fit into my method of eliminating a problem. No one would suspect anything, but the kid was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I was only a few feet behind him, still in the shadows, when he obviously had a sense he was being followed. He stopped short, slowly shifting his head over his shoulder. Of course he saw nothing yet he picked up his pace significantly.
There was something so indulgent about tormenting the assholes, pushing them to the point of spiraling out of control. Tonight was no exception. After a little while, I softly whistled a slightly ominous tune, which in turn prompted him to stop walking altogether. This time he turned around, scanning the darkness as if I’d consider allowing him to see me until I was ready to strike.
When I dared to run my pinky ring across a chain-link fence, he didn’t bother looking back, instead taking off running. I’d allow him the belief he’d gotten away, finally slowing to an exhausted walk before making a wrong turn.
At least for him.
The few abandoned buildings were the perfect backdrop of a horror movie.
Or a slaughter.
I shook my head as I pulled out my favorite hunting knife. It had been one of the only birthday gifts my father had bothered to give to me, telling me to use it wisely. Oh, I’d learned to alright.
Chuckling, I flicked the blade open, ensuring no unsuspected bystanders were walking the ugly streets this late at night.
With the quietness of the predator I’d been trained to become, I advanced, wrapping one arm around the jerk’s throat and yanking him further into the ominous shadows.
“No. Please,” he managed before I nearly crushed his windpipe while he tried to struggle. I was too big and too muscular, no one able to best me.
“Please what? Spare your worthless life?”
“I… have… money,” he rasped out.
“Money? I don’t want money. I want your soul burning in hell.”
“You’re going to… kill me.” He was already whimpering, still fighting even as I continued squeezing his life out of him.
“I’m afraid so, fuckhead. Didn’t your mama ever teach you to treat women like they were golden angels? Tsk. Tsk. What a shame.”
I allowed him to see the jagged edges of the blade in the slight illumination from the single dirty streetlight before I laughed softly. I preferred seeing the fear of God slide into their eyes, but I had papers to grade, a final lecture to prepare. However, summer was almost here, my favorite time to go hunting.
It was definitely the right time for a change in careers, leaving my academia world far behind me.
Exhaling, I felt a sense of peace as I sliced the sharp blade from ear to ear, the remaining anger allowing the weapon to go in deep as I twisted it. He gurgled only briefly before floating away into the dark abyss, waiting for the devil’s creatures to crawl out of the dirt to take him to where he belonged.
As I tossed the body, lowering the blade and sliding it back into my jacket pocket, a smile crossed my face. My personal demon had been appeased.
