Scream

I awoke.

I opened my eyes. I saw white padded walls all around me. I was lost. I knew not where I was or how I got there. I panicked and threw my arms into the air. Dear God, I can’t move my arms! I looked down to see my body clothed in white. I was in a straight jacket. My brain frantically searched for an explanation. I heard a loud, piercing scream come from the small space under the door. Then I remembered. And I smiled.

I traced my steps to the very beginning in Chicago where I successfully completed my first cleansing of the world. I entered into a home full of worthless brats and pigs. It was a family of three; the father was a greedy businessman who I happened to work for. He stole every year about one million dollars from under the boss’s nose. He lived richly while the low class individual who worked overtime for mere scraps of food to fill his plate watched in agony. One day I followed him home, having to take off early to do so. He entered his Lexus and drove home to his mansion in Lake Forest, an extremely rich suburb of Chicago. I saw him get out of his car and go into the house where I watched with binoculars as he hit his wife for no reason. This disgusted me. I then saw a stupid, fat, drooling child of around twelve playing on his playstation in the living room as his mother was being beaten nearly in front of him. Then the commotion wound down and I waited again. Soon, a group of males came to the house, picked up my boss and took him out. Around half an hour later, I saw another male pull into the driveway to be greeted by the mother. I saw them kiss and walk up the staircase. They reentered in the upstairs bedroom. After fooling around by the window, who I assumed was the boyfriend, closed the drapes. After two hours, the male left, and an hour later the husband came back drunk. He beat his wife again, then proceeded to the child, and then got bored and passed out on the couch.

I then set my mind in motion on how to cleanse the world of such filth. I reasoned that the best way to cleanse the world was by murder. People like this existed all over the world and needed to be stopped. I pulled my gun out of the glove box that I had always used for protection purposes only, loaded it and began walking to the front door. By now it was around eleven o-clock and pitch black outside. I rang the doorbell. The husband never moved in the coach. I heard noise upstairs as the wife moved to the front door. She opened it and I shot her in the forehead. My boss moved slightly but I shot him three times in the chest. He did not move after that. I proceeded to the child’s room upstairs. I entered the room. The room appeared empty but the TV was on with another game on the screen. I searched in the room but found nothing. I then looked in the bathroom where I saw him in a "certain position" let’s just say for the purpose of being politically correct. His headphones were on and had heard none of the four shots. He looked at me in astonishment and embarrassment trying to tuck it away. I then shot him several times in the chest.

I heard sirens in the distance, left the house, and got into my car and left. I had felt exhilarated and felt a burden lifted off my shoulders. I went to work the next day listening to the news about the family I had killed. The police had found no prints or any physical evidence of any kind. I realized how reckless I had been and began changing my ways of murder. Anything could have let them know it was me. I now had to be careful. I will make it clear now that I am not insane. I am the cleanser of the world and doing you a mere favor. I was born to fulfill this duty. Several months later, it was discovered that my boss had been stealing millions and coworkers of mine felt that god had worked his punishment. I was now the punisher on a mission from god.

I cleansed the world for ten years. Each family carefully chosen and executed. I quit my job and lived off the welfare checks. I planned for months for each kill and felt that I knew each pig’s thoughts and emotions. After two years one bright FBI agent finally linked all the murders that had been spread all over the country. Soon, they followed a lead that connected my whereabouts to every state that one of the murders took place in. One afternoon I was in a hotel when the police and FBI staked out the hotel. I barely noticed them until the last moment when the bellboy was looking shifty. I ran. I had never felt more scared in my life. I hated being scared. I exited out the back door, managed to shoot the officer leaning against the concrete wall, shot a civilian at the nearby stoplight and got into his car. The car chase lasted for six hours down the city streets of Philadelphia. I had traced an escape route never thinking I actually needed to use it, but it worked in the confusing residential neighborhood.

Thus began the eight-year manhunt that traversed the country. They tried everything to get me only succeeding when they sent a picture of me onto all of the big network television stations which forced me to be on the move all the time. I became worn down and volatile. They had found my weakness, sleep deprivation. I fell asleep at the wheel one morning at dawn, crashed, and woke up in custody at the police station. I managed to almost escape killing one FBI agent before being stunned. That is last thing I remembered, I was probably drugged and questioned but I don’t remember anymore. In total I had killed sixty-eight people, around eighteen or nineteen families. I was so invincible, unstoppable. I was god’s punisher and I did a damn good job of it. Now I was stuck, certainly for life. I smiled as I remembered my great work.

And then I heard another scream from under the door, and became scared. God I hate being scared.