Part 2

I was sitting on his couch, comfortably stretching my legs out in front of me, when the man stepped into his living room, not even realizing I was there. It always amazed me how people all thought they were untouchable.

“Good morning, Solomon. How would you prefer to die today?” He jumped at the sound of my voice.

“Who the hell are you, and how did you get into my house?” he asked me as he looked around. His anger amused me.

“You have a few options available to you,” I said as he turned towards the wall-mounted phone.

“I’m calling the cops, you freak show,” he said, and I smiled.

“Unfortunately, your phone’s out of order,” I said to him as he picked the phone up and listened; there was no dial tone. I stood up and walked towards him, grabbing him by his neck as he started to run.

“My name is Kifo, and today, I will send you back to Hel,” I said to him, as I pushed him back towards the couch and he sat down.

“You are one crazy motherfu …” he began to say, but his voice faltered as I took the pistol out from under my jacket and proceeded to screw the silencer onto it.

“I’ve seen your sin and weighed your soul, and you’ve been found guilty. Execution will commence at approximately 0700 hours,” I said to him, as I looked at my watch. It was two minutes to seven. I aimed the pistol at his head and smiled at him.

“What is wrong with you?” he yelled at me.

“Didn’t you smile every time you hurt Lisa?” I asked him, and he looked up at me.

“Who are you?” he asked me.

“The bringer of death,” I said and smiled as I pulled the trigger once. The red mist exploded from his shattered skull and he fell backwards two seconds later, his eyes still open.

I unscrewed the silencer and put the gun away in the holster I carried under my arm. I took the knife from my boot and proceeded to dig the bullet from his forehead. I picked up the empty casing from the floor and put both in my jacket pocket.

I walked out of his house and closed the kitchen door behind me. I got onto my bike, which I had parked three blocks away, and rode home. I put the gun and silencer away in my closet and grabbed my school bag.

“Morning, Mom,” I said, as I walked through to the kitchen where she sat drinking her morning coffee.

“Have a good day at school,” she said to me and smiled when I kissed her on the cheek. I drove to school for the last time, finally. We would graduate, and I would be free to pursue my true calling. I thought of Solomon White; he wasn’t the first man I ever killed. In those final seconds, he had feared me. He was filled with evil, and I had first come upon his name in a file as I updated Lisa’s records.

The youth facility was for girls with substance abuse problems. Not all of them were bad people, and I didn’t just kill bad people, I killed evil people. Trust me, there’s a difference. As I read her file about how she had ended up there, a thought occurred to me. It was like a voice was speaking to me in my head. The voice had spoken to me that night while I slept.

“Kifo,” the voice said, and I looked up. “You are the bringer of death now. Weigh their souls, find their guilt, then send them to me,” the voice said.

“Who are you?” I asked, only hearing the voice as I stood alone in darkness.

“I am Hel, and I chose you that day,” the voice said. Somehow, I knew she had chosen me the day I had died.

“Chose me for what?” I asked.

“To be my executioner. To find the evil in this world, and send them where they belong,” the voice came again.

“This is just a dream,” I said as I looked around.

“Yes, but you’re not dreaming. You have been chosen, and it will only become more natural to seek them out. You can’t escape me. This is your calling. If you embrace it, you will be untouchable,” the voice said, and I woke up.

Every day after that dream, I could feel it. I would walk past someone, and I would see their sins; I could feel the good and the bad of their souls. I instinctively knew if someone had to die as I looked at the sin that filled their souls. I didn’t kill every evil person I came across, because now, I had another mission.

It wasn’t a question of right or wrong, eradicating evil can’t ever be wrong. Like Hel had said to me, I had been chosen, and as I read Lisa’s file, I wondered if this was a sign too. I wrote her address down in Butte, where her father lived, around 25 miles away, and I smiled as the plan came to me.

I had driven through to Butte every day for a week, and I watched him. I sat at a table behind him in a diner, stood behind him in the grocery store, and he never even saw me. People tended to notice me because of the figures on my left arm, but that’s just it, they look at my arm and never at my face. It makes them uncomfortable and they always quickly look away.

As I watched him, I could see it clearly, every single thing he had ever done in his life. All the bad things, a few good things, and all the evil things. I wanted him to die; he needed to die, and Hel was waiting for him. I didn’t have to think long about how to do what needed to be done.

It came to me naturally, just like Hel had said it would. I could feel the pull, their sins calling out to me, their souls that needed to be taken.