The Street Cleaner

Vigilante. Self-proclaimed judge, jury, and executioner. Death on the streets. I am called all of these. I have several names. I have several rifles. I have several bullets and if you try to get away, your name is written on one of them.

What I like to call myself is the street cleaner. Drug pushers are my prey. I am the last one that stands up against these miserable excuses for human beings. I have cleaned the streets of killers, drug dealers, rapists, child molesters, and other drains of society.

My first kill was after the court let off a killer due to some stupid miscommunication between the police and the DA. One miserable mistake let that demon out of the system. I was done playing the catch and release of the legal system. I no longer let the legality of the system to thwart the hands of justice.

Anthony Jackson had killed five people including a 12 year old boy after he had chopped off the boy’s finger trying to get money from the boy’s drug dealing brother. He kidnapped the boy and held him for one month demanding $500,000 for his release. Jackson chopped off the boy’s finger and sent it to the family to show that he meant business. One damn legality let that monster out with his sleaze bag attorney.

I hollowed out my 2006 Ford Crown Vic. I placed a spring loaded license plate on the trunk, took the back seat out so that I could lay flat. I was a Marine Corps sniper, so I know how to get my pink cloud and wait for the right moment. I hooked up the AC so that I could be more comfortable than I ever was in Iraq. Of course my target’s now were my own mission.

I lay in my car waiting for Jackson to come into sight. The thug lived on Ransom St. I had a clear shot from my car to his front door. I laid there for two hours. He showed that bald head of his. I held my breath.

Fifteen years ago I started with the Police Department. I had a great idea of what I wanted to do. I sat behind a desk most of the time writing reports. I advanced in my career to detective. I was demoted when a child molester suffocated in my custody. Wasn’t my fault that he landed upside down when I threw him into the back seat.

My first pink cloud since 2002 in Iraq was in my sight. Cross hairs placed. Hold my breath. I squeezed the trigger. The rifle jarred my shoulder. His head turned inside out. His body fell to the ground. Pink cloud number one.

I slowly moved to the driver seat and drove away. Terrible mess cleaned up off the street.

Kyle Klepperman stood outside the jail. His fat abdomen stuck out from under his shirt. Four girls were raped by him. His face was red with sweat covering it. He had a big smile on his face when the “reasonable doubt” jury came forth. The girls were traumatized and they screamed as the verdict was read. This fat slug was just basking in the sun and in the freedom of a well payed attorney. He was basking in the sun for a minute before his attorney was wearing his brains on his nice silk suit. Pink cloud number two. His face was flayed like a pig’s jowls. I chuckled as I drove away.

Jesus Gonzales shot a 23 year old girl when she was jogging in the park. DNA proved that he assaulted her, he strangled her, and then shot her in the back of the head. He was being transferred from the county jail to FBI headquarters. He was not going to prison; he was being deported to Mexico. I followed him 50 miles past the Mexico-American boarder. The bus driver stopped for a rest break. I didn’t have time to get into position for the rifle shot, so this being Mexico, I walked up to the van and shot him through the window. There were three other detainees in the van at the time. I left them. Clean up number three.

Charles Napier raped and killed a 14 year old boy while the boy was on his paper route. The bullet ripped through his throat, so not quite a pink cloud. He flopped like a fish for five minutes. Luckily there was no one there to save his worthless life. Number four.

Harlan James: drug dealer that let his four year old son starve to death while he was on a two week binge with his girlfriend. Five years suspended sentence? Nope; he is permanently in Heavenly Hope Fields just south of town. Number five.

Raoul DiMera: millionaire who raped close to a hundred women over 20 years. Statute of limitations was up. Too bad I had to waste a bodyguard who got in the way at the last second. First time I had to shoot twice. Number six.

I started to go out and pick people on the street. I didn’t know names at this point. Destiny Desire was a prostitute on the north side of town. I used to buy her lunch when I was a cop. She helped me on several cases. Her pimp was known as Big Daddy Ree. Destiny’s real name was Rebecca. I gave her a bus ticket back to where she grew up. Five days later she was found in the river, beaten to death. Being on a good basis with the cops I used to work with, I asked them who they thought did this.

They told me that she had a distinct horseshoe mark on her face. Big Daddy Ree had a large horseshoe ring on his pointer finger on his left hand. Five days after I gave her the ticket, she was dead. Seven days after I gave her the ticket, Ree was dead.

That seemed to make me happier than the others. So number seven, eight, nine and ten were pimps. Prostitutes were getting off the streets. They were no longer slaves.

Speaking of slaves; Don Chin Chi was an Asian businessman that loved little Asian girls and boys. He would ship them in by the ship full. He sold them as servants and sex slaves. I actually coordinated with a team I used to be a part of. Two hundred children, aged four to twenty-two, were taken into custody between seller and buyer. I let them arrest Don Chin, because I was looking more for the buyers. I found five. Twenty people were freed as I put a bullet into each one of them. Five pink clouds! Total: 15.

The more I work, the more I see that there is not much I have done to impact the crime. When one creep is eliminated, another one takes his place. I know that there will come a day when I am found out and brought to what they think is justice. But before that happens, I want you to know why I am doing this.

Nobody knows the true depth of evil that is in the hearts of men. We are the most evil creatures on the planet. We have conscience. We know what is right and wrong. We have laws that govern what we can and cannot do. But what we lack is the heart to follow those laws. I decided to go on a business trip to Chicago. I knew that there would be plenty of cleaning opportunities there and there were. While I was there I saw terrible acts of hatred and violence unlike I have rarely seen anywhere else. People hate people! Why do we hate each other and why do I have to continue to clean up the streets? Why can’t we have a population that cares about the value of a human being? Why do we promote hatred and then denounce it as if it is not seen?

I take my time and select who does not deserve to live on the fact that they don’t care who they hurt. I will not let a hurt go unpunished like I did for fifteen years on the police department. We would pick a drunken bastard up who beat the crap out of his wife. Two months later we pick him up for violating a restraining order. Does he stop there? No! He gets released and kills his wife. Is that justice?

Little girl, seven years old is raped and murdered by a family friend. Her parents will never hold their child, never see her grow up, fall in love, marry, have children, etc. The murderer’s parents can come and see him every Sunday at visitation. Is that justice?

Drug dealer kills a twelve year old boy for money. He gets off because of a stupid legality. Is that justice? I clean the streets of trash. I clean the society of killers. I will not stop until I kill the last one.

I stopped counting at thirty.