TO CONTROL EVIL, A SUPERIOR EVIL IS NECESSARY
Pain. A common suffering was what the politicians at first thought could help this city. If everyone got together and started protesting their suffering, their pain, their anger, it would help put a stop to this madness that has taken its liking to this city. But that did nothing but fuel the madness. The more political campaigns and protests spread to overcome this pain the city was in; the more innocent life were killed. It was enough to bloody the streets with blood and vomit, as the bodies were carried away in broad daylight for everyone to see and keep their mouths shut.
The numerous politicians that were running, stopped their campaigns for numerous unexplained reasons. The mayor will be running again, as well as the governor and the senators. Only the politicians that were already in office were leading a good life. They were remaining calm and not ushering a word about any suffering the city and state was in. No reporter ever asked them the question, with fear they might find their whole family dead.
Everyone have grown to dislike those incumbents, but there was nothing anyone could do. They kept on re-running for office, and with no choice, they kept on getting re-elected, since we were forced to vote for them again and again. No media coverage was getting to the rest of the states. We were getting isolated. Only the internet was free, and even then, people kept their names hidden, and only discussed anonymously. The darkness in the city was spreading. Soon, this city will be taking its last breath.
When everyone was depressed, when everyone thought this was how life was going to be, someone appeared. A glimmer of darkness that displayed that darkness could still become darker. A darkness so dark, it made us realized we had it easy till now. Some of us will address that darkness as hero, some as vigilante, some as psychopath/murderer, serial killer, some as a message from God, some will not say anything at all. Even with all of those different opinions, one thing can be said for sure, “he helped us” but for whose benefit did he?
In what used to be a city bursting with life, remained a quiet and eerie city. It was now seven o’clock in the afternoon on a Friday night, but few people were outside right now. If you were a new comer you would find this certainly strange, odd even, as you observe how uncomfortable the few individuals in the streets were walking and feeling. They were strangely jumpy and were looking over their shoulders every so often. It wouldn’t take a psychologist to figure out what was causing such a reaction. Fear of the people in this very city that they live in was causing them this amount of fear.
The first case depicting this unknown hero at work, began on that particular Friday. It was a dark afternoon, a young lady in her late twenties finished her work in the next borough over, and was making her way home. She was tired and had been under a lot of stress lately. She was dressed in a skirt, blouses, and a shoe. She was walking quickly enough to reach the next block. She looked over her shoulders and there were three guys behind her. They all had their hoods over their face. She could not make much of their face, but she could tell they were grinning in a wicked way.
She was used to those sort of things happening to other women in the city. She was mentally prepared for this particular scenario. She once browsed online to find what she could use in cases like this. In her purse was a pepper spray and a stun gun. She relaxed her facial features, and though mentally exhausted from her waitress job, walked confidently as to not give any hint to her followers that she noticed them or that she was afraid of them. She read that, the guys that stoop to this level, love it when the girl was afraid, it made them feel much better, in control and they enjoyed the dominating atmosphere overall.
Walking coolly, she kept her arms close to herself. She crossed to the next street over. The guys continued to follow her. The guys grew more and more impatient. They weren’t going to wait anymore. They speeded up and approached the woman. She had her pepper spray ready and used it on the first guy that touch her arm, and ran. The other two guys helped the third one up, laughed at him and joked around for a bit, and got together and started to run after the woman.
She was speeding as fast as she can. The clouds increased, and the darkness thickens. The rain came. The young lady’s hair was getting wet, and her skirt was getting wet badly, her footsteps making sound in this quiet neighborhood she entered. The guys no longer needed to actively search for her direction, they would follow her footsteps. No one was outside in the neighborhood at that time. It was eerily quiet, not even a dog’s bark could be heard. The only sound imminent was the young lady’s footsteps that brought sound to this quiet neighborhood.
She yelled for help, trying to scare her chasers, but no one moved. Even if they were individuals not asleep yet, they had no reason to go outside and look for more trouble than they already had. The young lady wasn’t afraid yet. She was taught to be a strong woman by her only parent, her father. Her father raised her by herself, through sweats and hell, her father took care of her, from managing his jobs and her school work. He was always there, until his eventual passing two years ago, due to cancer. Now, it was up to her to defend herself.
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A memory of her father flashed in her mind. The three men yelling profanities at the young lady managed to catch up and grabbed her, this time they were ready for any pepper spray attack. The young lady struggled out of her reach and used the stun gun on the man on her left. While she was busy with that man, the other two wasted no time. They grabbed her and carried her away from the person that got stunned. While the man was recuperating, the two men forced the young lady in a corner. They were telling her to remain calm if she didn’t want to get hurt, and not to scream.
They told her if she did as they asked, they would leave her alone and get it over with quickly. They wanted to use her body. The two men pulled out a knife. They were both smiling and imagining having their way with her. The young lady didn’t want to strip as they asked, but if she did not, they would rip her clothing. A stream of tears from all different kind of emotions fell from her eyes. The third men that was stunned, got up and stood where the other two men were. He also pulled out his own knife.
The men were getting impatient with this young lady. She still didn’t do what they asked, and they decided to show her they were serious. They each decided they would take turn and rip a part of her clothes with their knife in a swift knife stroke. One of the men approached the young lady, pulled her up, and lifted up his knife with his arm outstretched and examined the young lady’s skirt. The swift stroke came, and a part of her skirt was torn apart. A cut appeared on her leg, a reddish blood appeared. The men all laugh and congratulate their friend on a nice swift strike. It was the next one’s turn. He pulled the young lady closer to himself and whispered to her ears, “I am gonna make it hurt, bitch”.
The man lifted his knife up, readied his aim, and when he stroked, no cut appeared on the young lady’s arm. The knife was cut in half before the strike was given to the young lady. The man confusedly looked at the knife. He slapped the lady on her face, called her a whore, and turned around to his two friends. His two friends were lying down on the cold ground. Blood gushing out of their throats. One man was standing but he wasn’t either of the rapist’s friends. He was an unknown man with an unknown agenda at that time. The two men stared each other down for a moment. The rapist searched his pockets for another knife, and with luck, found one. He pulled it out, only for it to get cut again.
The rapist yelled at the unknown man, asking him what he wanted. The unknown man did not respond but closed the distance between them. The rapist moved back, but it was too late. His throat was slit. Blood gushed out of his throat. The young lady screamed for all to hear.
She was frozen this whole time, with her pain in her leg getting worse, she had no choice but to let those men have their way with her, no matter how unwilling, but at least she would get to live, even if she wouldn’t be able to look at herself in the mirror.
But a miracle happened. She was saved, but it did not feel that way. Her-would-be-rapists were killed one by one. When the second man was about to stroked her with the knife, she was staring at the two men behind him. A man appeared from nowhere, like a fairy godmother, and killed them. The two men never realized they even died. It was painless and quick. Blood gushed everywhere, blood was on the unknown man’s shirt, but he didn’t seem to care, even though dressed in all white clothing. The young lady froze from shock. She didn’t know whether to cry, scream, or let the thought of escape enter her mind. The second man slapped her and called her a whore, but she didn’t respond to any of that at all. The second man turned around and found his friends dead, and an unknown man was standing by their dead bodies with blood on his white clothing.
The second man yelled about the unknown man’s motives, but he didn’t respond to any of it. He closed the distance between him and the second man so quickly that the second man didn’t have time to do anything except getting his knife out of his pocket. The knife also got cut in half. One second the knife was normal with its tip and edge, and the next, the tip was cut cleanly off with the edge gone. The next moment, blood gushed out from the second man’s throat, and he too fell to the cold ground like his fallen comrades.
The lady could no longer control herself. She screamed with all her might and peed herself. She was scared, more scared than she even thought she could be when she got captured by those guys. She didn’t even think she could scream that loud. The tears flowing from her eyes momentarily blinded her vision, and when she cleared them with her hands, the unknown man was gone.
A necessary evil