When he was little, my younger brother was horribly s******* abused. About a year ago someone I cared deeply about killed himself. After I wasn’t sad any more, I was angry. About how unfair it was my friend suffered so much, yet these monsters are still here. I started stalking pedophiles online. I spent three months earning the trust of one that was particularly unstable, and when the moment was right, pushed him into committing suicide. It didn’t bring my friend back and it didn’t heal my brother, but I feel like the universe is better. I want to end more of them. I’m looking for a closer one that I can do with my own hands.
I am not a human being. I’m just as much a monster as my prey. Always have been, always will be. Maybe sometimes a monster has a purpose in their monstrosity. Maybe enough bad blood can stain something ugly beautifully.
Maybe.
