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A Killer with a Cause

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What's next....for the killer with a cause?

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What's next....for the killer with a cause?

His words just about scared her to death, she jumped and hit her head on the tree behind her before she gazed at him. "I'm sorry..I just can't keep them out of my head.." She motioned to those people forming a sea around them. She hated feeling this way, vulnerable and useless. She looked up and forced a smile. "I hope you can forgive me..." His smile always warmed her. "Still hungry?" She asked with the hint of a smile on her lips, hoping for him to say yes to both of her questions.

A Killer with a Cause

"I'm just going to call the 'cleaner'..." She paused, pulling her phone from her jeans pocket. She pressed one button and waited for an answer. "Yeah, good. Brown and 52nd. You better have your detective suit on..." She smiled at Frank's praises and then turned back to the tall red-haired man. "Alright, I will hear you out. But we have to get moving..." She took a few tentative steps towards the mouth of the alley before she looked back at him. "My name is Ari..." She offered him her hand which is surprisingly petite for the amount of damage her limbs can do.

A Killer with a Cause

People who got keen on her had reacted a vast variety of different ways, but never this calm. She looked him over again. "It doesn't matter how long ago the crime was no....all that matters to me is that he got away with it and would have hurt more innocent people if not stopped..." The request to join him at his studio caught her as strange. What if this witness was really another whack-job. "Can you wait here with me for a few moments?" She tilted her head, curious yet cautious. She didn't want to end up in a situation where she'd be vulnerable. She'd need to have Frank place a fake 911 call to get the body taken care of but she waited to make that call until she knew this guy wasn't about to get her into trouble.

A Killer with a Cause

"He was a very bad man..." She sucked in a deep breath. "It's what I do, take care of the bad people so that they can't continue on hurting the innocent. Check his pockets, he's got pictures of some women he was stalking. A man, whose daughter was hurt very badly by this man, came to me for help. I hunted hum down and then lured him down this alley, where he intended to rape me..." She stopped, suddenly aware of how many more words she said than she would have liked. "The police failed time and time again to keep him jail.." She waited with a tense pose, ready to sprint down the alley way towards home if this witness started to reject her reasoning.

A Killer with a Cause

"So, what will it be?" She offered a mock hand to him. "You don't get to walk away from this." Her tone was flat and even. Her entire focus on him, it was entirely too late when she noticed the man young man coming down the alley. At this point it didn't matter, she could turn from this incident and vanish. The police would clean up the body for her if the witness calls them, and if not she'd call Frank. Her target lunged again and she just simply grabbed his head and twisted his neck it too far to the right. The crack echoed down the mostly empty alley. It had taken her months to find this particular whack-job and she did not throw away a chance to end him over an innocent, but she would not ever hurt an innocent either. She turned to her witness, hands out. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

Could you be firends with a killer?

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What's next....for the killer with a cause?

This time it will be different. You won’t let anyone else in…You’ll keep to yourself, listen for the darkness and then follow it to those who need your…help…need your hand….to save them.

She sat against the trunk of the giant oak tree out front of her community college. Ear-buds in place to try and help drown the endless sea of voices out of her head. Queens of the Stone Age played into her ears and she focused on the words of the song, sung by one of her own. This was a brief moment of comfort as she remained against that mighty oak, black-clad in leather, seemingly oblivious to those around her.

What's next....for the killer with a cause?

I'll just get right into it...