Vengeance of a Dark Elf
Foreign Dark Elf
their affiliations so well that often the foot soldiers would be the only ones to be charged and convicted. But many victims, like my sister, were never found and were in the dark underground of the slave trafficking organization.
I did some heavy investigation and was at the point that I had evidence that the leaders had my sister. Over the course of my investigation, I was given direct encrypted codes about the leaders and that they had my sister. It was all just a game to them. They gave me warning to back out but they always planned on killing my sister after the fun was over. I was very close to catching them. I had no way to collect evidence of their dealings in the organization to be used in court.
I was in despair for four months and depressed. I broke apart my family altogether, though, they had already begun to fall apart and split up. Even my closest brother who was a year younger than me left me. I had been drinking and taking drugs. I gradually came to realize that I needed a new drive. Instead of drugs and alcohol, I was going to get my revenge.
My rehab took another year. I was about to turn 23 and I was ready to approach my enemy. I was living my life like normal, or so it appeared on the outside and to everyone else. Over the next few years I gathered a team of eight to help me. Two of us were field investigators (Of course we were unaffiliated to the police) and two ex-police academy students who had decent combat experience and a former mafia gang member. We had three others who were part of our IT and communication team.
The first person I killed was actually someone I caught defiling a young lady. I killed them without hesitation. The young lady was probably older than my sister but she still reminded me of her. That is probably why I did not hesitate to kill my first time time. I told the young lady to keep my name a secret. Unfortunately we had to minimize our actions with victims. We could not do anything to compromise our work. We bugged her purse for security and to ensure we remained uncompromised.
Police had very little to work with to correlate my name to the killer of this sex offender. The young lady never said anything about my name or what I looked like. She didn need to and from the way we saved her she didn seem the type to betray my words.
There were others in my team who had also killed criminals that we caught before the one I had killed, but this was the point in my life that swayed me from a need for revenge to a pleasure in killing for revenge. We killed a few police officers too because some were closing in on our business. The Chief of police had caught wind of our activity. He was obligated to report it. I had to kill the Chief of police. It was the only kill that did not sit right with me. The only one that took a huge mental toll. His last words were: ”It is not your job to avenge the innocent. Vengeance is… ”
And his words faded and I did not hear the last part. Three weeks later I was brought to court.
Before I prepared to kill the chief of police. My team had come to an impasse on whether to kill the chief of police and try to cover our tracks or to turn ourselves in. It was a four to four vote but after a long moment of contemplation it was five of us who decided we wanted to kill him and three wanted to give themselves up. We had a creed for our group. Majority always won the plans of execution. The minority had to submit to the plan. In this case, in our group, we had the right to kill him. The two choices were whether we prolong our eventual arrest or cut short right then and there. The chances of covering our tracks after this kill was near impossible.
We showed up at court and I started with my confession along with all the people I killed; the criminals, the police that were in our way, random thugs, drug cartel members, but there were also names of people who were close to victims who were planning on giving to much information on us, and I even killed some of the victims. Our creed had rules for killing criminals of a certain standard (we had criminal records of all our targets) and we had rules for killing people who obstructed our job or those who could expose us.
The judge was surprised that I remembered all of the people I killed by memory. I had no papers for them at court. Usually the judge would name the victims of the serial killings but I had included all of them in my confession.
The rest of my team said their confessions as well. The three tech specialists (the IT and communication experts) of our group had never killed anyone. They were accomplices to all the killings the rest of us five did. The judge gave the five of us who were doing the serial killing; death sentences, and the three others had lifetime without parole.
This court case happened when I was 34 and our team had been doing our vigilante work for ten years. I had much to reflect on. The five of us were on death row for over twenty years.
There were many things in life I was remembering. I had three more days left before my execution.
Three of my buddies were already executed. I had three more days left. The other person became a very close friend of mine during my time in prison. His name was Jerome. We were all good friends during our work of vengeance but Jerome and I became brothers. He had one more day left before his execution.
The night before he was executed we talked all through the night. I finally opened up with the words the Chief of Police said to me before he died. ”Vengeance is… ” what?
What was he going to say? Was he going to say that vengeance was wrong, or that it was not my job but someone elses? He had a face that showed understanding to my circumstances but it also had a look of sorrow.
Jerome was executed the next day. I had two more days left.
My execution came.
I was strapped to the electric chair and for two minutes I was getting shocked. I was feeling loads of pain, probably more than I ever had felt before. After two minutes I somehow knew I was still alive. I don know how or why I knew this but I was alive, but it felt like my spirit was flying lightspeed across the universe. I felt bliss. The two minutes of pain which felt like hours were over for some reason. I woke up in an open field right outside a dark wood forest.