I admit it, I’m not a nice person.  I have some very abominable thoughts running through my mind at most times but at the moment I'm in a strange place.  For all of the anger and violence that I'd like to let loose in this world, I never have. 

    My criminal record only has a few public disorders and a GBH (Grievous bodily harm) on it.  Even then I only spent 6 months in prison.  It's  pathetic,  I should have spent at least 2 years inside for the GBH but the courts let the victim down again.  

    My mind is in a state of constant flux.  I know what I would like to do to people and sometimes small animals but then this tiny voice tucked up in a corner of my head tells me how wrong it would be and reminds me of the guilt I always feel after such actions.  

    Basically I’ve narrowed the problem down to the fact I’m just an evil person but as some sort of bizarre joke I've been given a conscience.  Let me tell you it isn’t fuckin easy being me, I thought for a while this juxtaposition would tear me apart but then one day everything just click into place and my life suddenly made sense.

    Unfortunately it was the proverbial revelation that changed my life.  It was just 2 events happening only minutes apart that made me see the light.  I was heading back to work one morning when I decided to stop off and get some cigarettes from the local shops.  As I parked my car I was surprised to find myself thinking what a run down depressing shithole this place had become.  I'd been to this shop and its surrounding buildings hundreds of times but I’d never noticed the degradation before.

    As my mind was wandering I noticed some new graffiti on the buildings.  It was the usual colourful crap that teenagers think is cool and credible but 2 words stuck out compared to the rest of the stuff.  Painted in blood red were the words 'Saint Lucifer', and on the 'U' of Lucifer there were horns and a smiley face.  I wasn’t really sure what it was referring to or what it meant but I thought it was vaguely cool.

    I headed for the shop not really thinking about the graffiti and to my slight surprise there was a kid in the shop.  That may not sound unusual to you but children just didn’t hang about there.  I quickly realised he was with his dad, and my God was his dad just fitting for this place.  He looked like a professional bum and had the smell to legitimise his fashion sense.  I wondered what his kid must of thought of him, but hey it was none of my business.  

    The dad was buying his kid some sweets and telling him to get anything he wanted.  Maybe this guy wasn’t that bad after all.  Once the kid had his sweets he turned to the man and said “Thanks for the sweets mister but I'd better get back to my house as my dad is waiting for me” and with that he ran out of the shop.  In that instant I realised what the situation was.  This guy was a paedophile.  I was so sure of it I nearly slash his throat right there in the shop but I restrained myself.

    While I was suppressing my rage I realised what 'Saint Lucifer' meant.  Saint Lucifer was me.  It all made sense.  I had the violent capacity to do what needed to be done to the deviants in our society and it really was for the best.  Some people may disagree and that’s fine but who knows how many children I've protected by stopping that monster.  I quickly bought my cigarettes and left the shop.  I spotted the dirty hobo and followed him.  To my surprise this guy actually had a house, so after taking a note of where he lived, I went back to my car and vowed to pay him a visit after work.  

    During the course of the day  I realised I couldn't kill him without being certain of what he was.  This, of course, didn’t take long.  It only took a few days of watching him for it to become obvious that he was indeed a predator of small boys.  The last straw was when I heard him entice a youngster into his flat with the promise that he could play with his Playstation and have some Cider.  

    Before the kid got to his flat I intervened, I told the kid to go home and told this bum to get into his flat.  Stupidly he didn't run or beg, he just complied.  Once inside it was all over for him.  Lets just say before he died he knew what it felt like to be at the mercy of someone bigger than him and to realise that I was the justice his victims never received.

    I'm now in my current position of being an outlaw, a vigilante or some variation of the two.  The cops are looking for the killer of a known paedophile but I'm pretty sure they aren't looking very hard.  The media are having a field day and the general public think the perverted bastard got what he deserved.  I've now made it my mission in life to do what the government refuses to do, some social cleansing.

Murders, rapists, paedophiles – I know who you are and I'm coming for you.