An Eye For An Eye (Short Story)

"An eye for an eye", that's what they all say, that's how I live, and it's worked out for me so far. Some people disagree with what I do, they call me a villain, a criminal the "Bad guy", but I think I'm much more than a "Low life criminal" I'm the hero, a vigilante, the only goddamn person in this fucked up world to do what's right and believe in it. Do you know what pisses me off? It's not the government, that's cliche`. No what I really hate are the people, the people who stand by and let bad things happen, not just the people who commit crimes, but the people who stand by with there slaked-jaw gaze doing jack shit about it. It's not the government's fault that people are cowards, but it seems like I'm the only person doing anything about it. It all started one day, when my parents were murdered, but it's not what you think, weren't  leaving the opera when some maniac jumped out from the shadows and killed them, no, nothing like that. I killed them.

My father always told me to fight for what I believe in, I think it's one of those things that parent's just tell you, boy I bet my father regrets telling me that. My dad was a crook, a murderer, thief, etc. He ran a law firm, he was a defense lawyer, because of him rapist, murderers and crooks were back on the streets. Tell me does that make him any better?   I asked him what happens when the people get convicted, "They die" he said,  I said "But everybody dies" He looked at me and said "These people get killed." Killed. These people get killed. That's exactly what he said. So calmly, they get killed, murdered, like it happens every day, and it does, because of him. when I asked him why they die he said "An eye for an eye" I asked him "They get killed because they kill?" he just nodded. "How does that make you any better?" he seemed pretty confused, which was strange because i thought my question was pretty straight forward. "If you let all the people that kill back on the street to kill again, doesn't that mean that you technically killed to?" He looked at me and said "I guess you could look at it that way" and he let out a little laugh. Yes, my dad was an idiot. I looked at him and asked "So, who kills you?" He looked at me panicked. "Why would you ask me that?" Needless to say I got sent to my room. I couldn't sleep, knowing that a murderer was sleeping not two rooms away, so I fought for what I believed in. It's a good thing that I keep a baseball bat beside my bed for intruders, and to me my dad is an intruder. If you really think about it it's my dad's fault, fight for what you believe in, I believe that murderers should get killed, well My dad's screams woke up my mom, she had it coming too. So, I was an orphan by thirteen.

Iv'e moved up since then, there was a doctor, a brain surgeon, he got drunk and killed a patient. So I had a talk with him, show him what it's like to be operated on by a drunk, unfortunately I didn't have anesthetic  or surgery tools, but I had gardening tools. Don't worry It wasn't slow, that's not what i'm about, because they know why their there, and they know why this is happening to them. That's all I want. Another man, killed a nine-year-old girl. He was high as a kite. He had a daughter, she was twenty five. I killed her right in front of him. Sure she wasn't the same age, but he knows what it's like to lose a daughter. The worst part is he didn't care, he just cared about getting high, so I thought i'd help him out, kind of a "Final request". Who knew 30g of "Magic mushrooms" injected directly into your heart would kill you. Well you cant really blame me, i'm not so good with drugs.There was still one person, that one person that I could't get, the one man that haunted me for years, but I could never kill him, but today he will finally get what's coming.

Before you flip that switch, before I die, I hope what i'm about to say will make you think. You asked me what my final words were,here they are. "An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind,  you cant see the sin, but it's still in your mind, it's a disease you can't cure, a disease called sin, you just need to fight, for what you believe in.