It should come as no surprise to those who pray upon the innocent.  The speed with which they struck in the past, hardly giving their victims chance to draw breath – this is the speed with which I will have to move also.  I too, will show them the same mercy that they offered to their victims – the result will be in no doubt, death is the only answer, but I want to leave them with doubt, with anxiety, frustration and disbelief.  I want them to face their final moments with the uncertainty of why they are dying, the denial of their potential future happiness.  I haven’t the time, skill or inclination to try and correct their defects.  Their cruelty is hardwired to the point where remorse or compensation are just words that might as well be written in a foreign language.  Ideally I would like their suffering to match those of their victims, but regrettably time is not on my side.  I will have to console my retribution with the notion that they won’t spread their malice any further.  Society will benefit from their demise, and their former victims might even gain some sense of closure if they hear of their deaths.  However, something inside me means I can’t descend to the ranks of the savage, I have to offer a breadcrumb of hope.  A sign, a glimmer of hope that comes from within could save them – Save them at least from me, I cannot speak for the rest of society.

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