I Only Kill Who the Light Tells Me To [Part 1]

I won’t try to justify what I do. I know it’s wrong, and that there’s something wrong with me, but I can’t stop. Everyone has their reasons. I don’t know exactly why I am the way I am. I just am.
I’m a serial killer. I’ve been killing people for quite some time. I won’t say how many I’ve killed, but it’s in the double digits, and not exactly close to triple digits. Some might call me a vigilante. This is because I’ve only killed “evil†people. I think there’s still a small part of me that wants to cling to humanity, and that’s the reason for my choice in victims. I don’t think it actually matters if they are truly innocent or guilty, only that I think they are guilty.
My first kill was a rapist. He was your typical college frat boy. He got a bit too drunk at a party, and decided to have some fun. It wasn’t fun for everyone though.
The case went to trial, but the stress of seeing her rapist again was too much for the victim, and she killed herself. He got off on a technicality. The case should have been national news. The kind of thing the tabloids eat up, but almost no one has heard of it. Having money and connections go a long way in this world. I heard it though.
For a first kill, it went much smoother than I could have ever expected.
It was incredibly easy to drug him, and drag him back to my kill room. It didn’t take him long to confess to his crime, but unlucky for him I wasn’t after a confession. I attempted to torture him a bit, but it didn’t bring me any satisfaction. So, I simply slit his throat. Watching the life leave his eyes gave me a brief spark of something, but I couldn’t quite explain what it was. That’s why I keep killing, because I want to understand what that spark is.
I had done my research on disposing bodies. That went just as smooth as everything else. I doubt anyone will ever find what remains of my victims.
Don’t think of me as a hero. I didn’t do it to avenge the girl. I did it for me. That’s how all my kills are. It’s never about the victim. The victim is simply an excuse for me to keep doing what I do.
This is how my life has been for the past several years. A cycle of killing, and cooling down periods. I know the more I kill, the more likely I am to get caught. So, I have to limit myself. Even if I am confident in my techniques.
My routine changed when I received that damn necklace.
It was a day like any other when I got a package delivered to my front door. I wasn’t expecting anything. My family and I don’t exactly get along. The package was addressed directly to me though.
The sender appeared to be a distant family member. I vaguely remembered the name from a family reunion I had been to at least a decade before, but I had never really been in contact with this family member. They shouldn’t have had my address.
I brushed this off as another one of my family members giving it to them. I still didn’t understand why they would send me anything though.
Inside the package was a necklace. I had never seen anything like it before. The chain was incredibly intricate, and had barely visible designs on each rung. The centerpiece was an incredibly white gem. It didn’t look to be a diamond, but I’m not a gem expert.
I’m not exactly a jewelry type of guy, but there was something different about this necklace. I reflexively put it on. Even I couldn’t help but admire it. It had to be incredibly expensive. Why would anyone send this to me?
I considered asking my direct family if they knew the relative who had sent me the gift, but I decided against it. I really don’t like conversations with my family. I would just accept the gift, and perhaps I would send her a thank you letter using the return address on the package. Even that is something I wouldn’t normally do, but this necklace was special.
I decided to wear my new necklace as I made a trip for coffee. Yes, even monsters have their needs. There is a local shop near my apartment that is within walking distance that I often frequent.
The line was long that day, but I didn’t mind. As I was standing in line, I could swear I saw a sudden flash of red. Police? No, there was no blue accompanying it, and it was only for a brief moment. After a minute went by, I saw another flash of red. This time I noticed it came from me, or rather from my necklace.
That shouldn’t have been possible though. I had inspected the necklace quite thoroughly. There were no lights anywhere on it. The red flash began to pick up in intensity. The next flash came 30 seconds later, then 15, then 10, then 5. Eventually the necklace was flashing red and white repeatedly.
No one else in the shop seemed to notice the light though. Surely someone would have complained about a flashing red light. I pulled the necklace off to inspect it once again. Once I removed the necklace from my neck, the light stopped. It was once again just a brilliant white gem.
As soon as I put the necklace back on though, the light started back up again. I thought perhaps I was having a mental breakdown. So, I simply ignored the light as I made my way through the line and got my coffee.
However, as I exited the store something else happened. As I was walking past a man the gem stopped flashing, and instead became entirely red. After I passed the man, the light once again began to flash. That wasn’t all I noticed. The man’s eyes. They were just like mine.
Between the nagging light, and the man’s eyes, I was curious. So naturally, I stalked the man. I followed him until he went in to a building. It was a law firm.
Once I returned home I googled the firm. I was able to find the man’s name quite easily. From there I found his Facebook. He seemed to be quite the family man. A wife and two daughters. As I was scrolling through his page I found something else. A memorial for a son.
He had drowned in a local lake, aged 14. A faulty life jacket. There was nothing incredibly suspicious about that. You hear about that kind of thing all the time. What was suspicious was a news article I read on the drowning. The father had been there, but he was unable to save his son in time. The article painted the father almost as a hero. He had risked his own life to save his son, but in real life heroes aren’t always successful.
I was more than curious now. Whether the necklace was a figment of my imagination or not, it had led me to this man. If his eyes were truly like mine, then it might be another chance for me to see the spark.
Most of my victims before had been nobodies, and obvious criminals. They had been easy to uncover who they were, and easy to lure in to my traps. This man was different. He had the appearance of a family man, people cared about him. He also had to be at least somewhat smart, since he was a lawyer. I didn’t expect finding evidence to prove any theory I had would be easy.
I broke in to his home when both his wife and him were at work, and his kids at school. As expected I didn’t find much. I did find a safe hidden in a false wall in his office, but it required a thumbprint as well as a combination. I could come back another day and brute force my way in to it, but then he would obviously know someone had been there. There was no telling what would be in the safe anyway.
So, I instead opted to place a few hidden cameras in the room. They would be incredibly difficult to notice, but they were also a risk. I figured he would open the safe on his own eventually. So, I just needed them to work until then. It was possible there was nothing of value to me in the safe, but I had nothing else at this point.
I had just set up the last camera when I noticed a red flash coming from my necklace. The flash began to quicken as I heard a car door close. He shouldn’t have been back from work this early. I hid in a closet. I had no time to reach a door to escape. The fence in his backyard was too high to jump, and the gate I had used to enter was at the far end. He would almost certainly see me before I could escape.
The light continued to increase in intensity as I heard him enter his office. He seemed to slam something, as I heard a large bang emanate. I heard him exit a few minutes later. The light began to slow down again as I once again heard a door close. I waited until the necklace stopped glowing entirely before I made my escape.
It only took a couple days for the cameras to pay off. Late one night the man opened his safe. There wasn’t money inside, nor was it any sort of important paperwork. It was porn. Not of the legal variety though.
Seeing this was enough for me. How did this connect to his son’s death? Did he find the tapes, and threaten to expose his father? Or something worse altogether?
I didn’t know why I was asking these questions. As I said, it had never been about the victims before. So why did I care about the fate of this kid now? His father was guilty, and that’s where I come in.
I had to be extra careful with him. He took his lunch break alone at home at the same time every day, but dragging an unconscious body from a home in broad daylight might be a bit suspicious.
I had to improvise. I set up a kill room in his office. I would have 4 hours to clean everything before his wife arrived home with the kids. It wasn’t a time frame I liked working with, but it was manageable.
The necklace was incredibly useful in helping me sneak up on the man. The tranquilizer I used had an almost immediate effect. I dragged him to his office, and with no hesitation I slit his throat.
When I did this, the necklace stopped its red glow. Instead it turned a bright blue. It stayed like this for probably around a minute before fading back to white. So, I guess that was that.
I dismembered the man in his own office. I did leave one final gift. I used the man’s detached hand to open his safe, and of course the code I had watched him put in on camera. I placed the tapes on his desk before I left.
The necklace had given me a gift. It had shown me someone who deserved to die. I didn’t need to search for victims anymore. I only needed to wait for the light.


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