"You've sinned.
You know you have.
And now you have to pay."
The dark, hulking figure said to the cowering man at his feet. The man didn't know what he did wrong. Or why this man was preparing to end his life. Then he remembered...
As the young child ran along the path, he watched him.
"Hmm...I wonder if I can get him to come to me..." thought the man. He was a pedophile. And he loved to stalk his prey--8 year old boys. After a while, he would eventually lure them to him, then move on to another state. This boy, in particular, was especially appealing. His life had been full of trauma.
Both of his parents were, apparently dead. He heard that the father murdered the mother, then killed himself. And from what he observed, his foster parents could care less about him. This fact proved to be a minor setback, as in the child might be watched out by concerned neighbors. But this didn't matter to the man, as he would eventually get what he wanted. He always did.
He watched the boy for months...
And one day..
"Hey little man!"
"Uh who are you?"
"Oh...no one in particular. How old are you?"
"I am 8 1/2 years old."
"Oh wow, you're so smart."
"Thank you, sir. Now I have to get back home, or my auntie will yell at me."
"Wait, do you need a ride home?"
"Uh..I am not sure, it's a few blocks from here."
"Don't worry, I am nice. Hop in my car over here."
Foolishly, the little boy did just that. As he headed off, the boy realized that it was taking too long for him to get home.
"Uh, sir, where are we going?" he asked, "it never takes my auntie this long to get home."
"Shhh, just close your eyes, and we will be there soon." he replied.
The little boy complied. He thought it was an early suprise birthday party. Or something big. His auntie was too busy working to actually be an attentive parent, but she did spoil him. So, his hopes were expectedly high.
"Ok, open your eyes."
As the little boy opened his eyes, he was in an unfamiliar place. "Where am I?" he asked.
"You're at your new home now, so lets get ready to go to bed."
"No..." replied the little boy. "this isn't home..."
The serene, gentle look in the mans face, suddenly turned volatile and angry.
"I SAID GET ON THE BED!" he yelled, as he picked the little boy up and threw him onto the bed.
Instantly, the boy was overcome by memories and emotions.
"This is like the time Daddy wanted me to sleep, and I woke up..and him and Mommy were gone..."
This incited something in him, but it was too late.
The pervert got his way with the boy.
After he had done so, he had forcefully drugged the boy, and let him sleep. He woke up a few hours later, and ran outside, half-naked, and confused. Before he knew it, he was looking at a huge body of water.
"WATER!" he instantly thought, and began to panic.
Those words, "It's only water, honey..." began to echo through his head again.
He began panicking and crying. When suddenly...
"OH MY GOD! YOU'RE OK!"
It was his aunt. And policemen.
A neighborhood woman had saw the man, and recognized his face from a wanted ad on a show, but was too late to stop him from taking the boy. The police searched the immediate area, and finally found him, but the man was long gone..
20 years later, the sick pervert was still up to his tricks.
After managing to escape the cops, he was thinking to himself, "Maybe it's time I retired, heh, I am too old for this now."
Just then.
CRACK!
He fell to the ground, stunned.
"Whaa-" he barely managed to stammer out.
"You've sinned.
You know you have.
And now you have to pay."
This huge man, standing above him, holding a blunt object in his hand, began to speak.
"Do you remember me?"
"Uh, no," the man hurriedly replied, "I've...been through many boys in my life."
"At a lake. A little boy. No parents. Central Indiana."
"...oh no.." he whispered.
"Oh, yes." he said.
"I've finally managed to track you down," he said now, with a vengance in his voice, "and now, you must pay for your sins!"
The pervert began to beg, and attempted to stand up and run, but the blow was too severe, he could barely stand.
He began to yell, but the shadowy figure wrapped his massive hand around his throat, and began to squeeze firmly.
"Firstly, you don't need THIS, where you're going!"
With that, he repeatedly stabbed him in the groin area.
You could hear his barely audible screams in the dark alley he had been dragged into...
After he finished his "payment" to his god, the figure looked at the mangled corpse of the sick pedophile, and spat on it.
"The death of a martyr, I suppose..."
And he walked off
