Horton McGee had had a long day at work. But Tessa had been spirited today and so as he got out of his Speeder to head into his house he did so with a smile of sorts on his face. The little slut of a girl was working out well, and he did so enjoy it when she fought!.
He placed the key in the lock and turned the knob and stepped inside, throwing his coat down in the hall and flopping into the overstuffed arm chair in the sitting room.
He left out a long sigh and thought of all of the things he had planned for the little red haired girl who was too terrified of losing her job to ever say "No" to him.
He kicked his feet up and allowed his mind to wander freely, his imagination taking over...
But in the back of his mind some tiny warning bell was going off. His brain registered something strange, something off about the room he was sitting in and his train of thought slowly got derailed. Something was not quite right...
He looked around the room more carefully, his hand moving by default to the place where he usually wore his hold-out blaster while at work. But not at home. What need did he have for it at home?
He got up out of the armchair to look more closely at a picture he had sitting above the fireplace - a picture of another girl that he had had "special feelings" for.
He smiled at the memories, but then his smile turned into a frown of confusion. The picture frame was in the exact place that it should be, only it had been turned upside down.
He suddenly looked around the room, beginning to feel a bit alarmed. EVERY picture, frame or decoration that he had up on his walls had been turned upside down.
What the frell?
He moved over to his dining room table as something else caught his eye, his heart beating somewhat faster as he realized that there was a note set out in the center of it, with what appeared to be blood smeared on the corner of it.
It couldn't be blood. Who would be that sick? He felt adrenaline rushing through his body even as his stomach turned somewhat at the site of the blood.
"For we must all appear before the judgment seat of some higher power, so that each of us may receive what is due us for the things done while in the body, whether good or bad"
He looked at the flimsy that had been left again, as if to read the unread ink - to learn who had placed this note here and why.
His heart began beating faster still.
Someone had been here. In his home. Perhaps they were even watching now.
He looked around, feeling panicked, again his hand feeling for the blaster that was not there...
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Keshani was there and watched as he came into his Store the next day. A cruel smile couldn't help but tug at the corners of her mouth. He looked rattled. And like he hadn't slept much at all. She watched him visibly jump as the first customer of the day walked in.
Then she slipped away. She still had work to do. She had only just begun to seek her revenge..
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Keshani spent much of the next week watching and planning. She didn't want things to go too quickly. She wanted time for the Man to feel nervous; to feel hunted.
The predator now becomes the prey..
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A few days after the disturbing night that he had found the piece of flimsy on his dining room table Horton McGee was still feeling unsettled. He had taken to paying much more attention to his surroundings, looking for ANYONE who may be a constant; anyone who was paying him more attention than should be due.
Maybe I should send Tessa away for a few days?, he thought to himself. But his loins ached at the thought. He shook his head. Probably just some nut. He was probably gone by now. Afterall, nothing else had happened...
He walked into his Office, caf in hand as he prepared to begin a new day. He sat down in his executive chair, leaning back and sipping the warm drink in his hand as he turned on the holovid unit to watch the morning newscast.
He almost spat his caf out when he saw another piece of flimsy sitting on his desk with another smear of blood on the corner. There was a small datapad sitting there, as well.
"Your judgement day is soon approaching".
He stared between it and the datapad for a minute before, hesitantly, activating the pad. A cold feeling of dread filled his stomach as it activated, pulling up an image of the dark back room of his Store.
His face turned red and his heart began pounding in his chest again as he watched the images - a video clearly of one of his sessions with Tessa. She was naked and very clearly young. And he was shown very clearly holding her down in an act that seemed to portray him forcing himself on her..
The feeling of dread turned to a cold ball of lead in his stomach and his hands, still holding his now cold cup of caf, began to tremble.
If this video got out, if someone could provide concrete proof of his clandestine activities...
If that little bitch had squealed on him..
His feeling of dread turned to rage and he started to get up out of his chair, fully intending to light into the foolish, ungrateful whore for turning on him.
But the holovid unit caught his attention as he moved to stand up, freezing him mid-thought.
The image on the screen was of another teenage girl - one with dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes - eyes that, on the current screen, seemed to be staring with a gaze as cold as ice right through him.
He practically fell back into his chair, not even really noticing the movement. He continued to stare at the words on the screen.
"Considered to be armed and dangerous. Whereabouts unknown but rumored to be searching for a specific person intent on revenge. Public be advised, do not confront. Notify authorities immediately if seen.."
His mouth fell open. His stomach clenched.
Suddenly it all made sense - the notes, the stalking...
He hadn't ever learned her name. He hadn't really cared. She was just another night, another kid.
Your judgment day is soon approaching. The blood.
He reached for the hold out blaster he kept secured in his desk when he wasn't at work. He secured it in the waistband of his trousers.
Something in the look in that girl's eyes told him that she was serious.
And suddenly this wasn't a game anymore. Suddenly it was real. And he was afraid.
But she was only a kid. She couldn't really hurt him, could she? He was a grown man, after all.
He remembered how he had tied her up and taunted her. He remembered how she had screamed and pleaded and cursed.
His stomach clenched tighter.
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She had managed, with some time spent researching, to patch the video she had faked on her own into his feed lines that showed her escaping from jail and labeling her as "Armed and dangerous".
She had watched his reaction through the window in his office when it played and couldn't help but giggle maliciously.
She noted that he had taken to carrying his hold-out blaster around with him wherever he went and that he was a lot more jumpy around the slightest noises. He had also stopped any relations with his female assistant, something that made Keshani immensely pleased.
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She was like a chiat playing with its quarry - the quarry knowing it was caught and that in the end it was doomed, but not knowing exactly when the claws would strike. Meanwhile she could have some fun.
She fully intended to take her time in toying with the man; the pedophile, the sleezeball. The end point of her plan hadn't fully solidified in her head yet. She knew somehow the video of the man with his assistant would need to get to the authorities. But when and how that would happen she wasn't yet sure.
She had been skulking around, keeping an eye on the Man at work and thinking when she had heard his voice - clear and carrying as he spoke to another man (a friend?), bragging about his sexual..activities...with his assistant. He was even offering her out for him to "enjoy" as well!
Her face reddened in anger at his words, and her hands began to shake. How could he STILL be ballsy enough to talk about it?
Trembling hand fell to her side, where the pistol she had stolen before was secretly secured beneath her shirt. She couldn't do it before. Could she now?
He deserved to die. He was despicable scum. Worse than the kakkerlak that she squished beneath her shoe. He had to die. He wouldn't stop. Nothing could make him stop. She could see that now.
Her heart quickened. Adrenaline pulsed through her body.
But not now; not this second. She would wait until he was home. Alone. She would be there. Ready.
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She was hiding in the shadows, still, waiting. She counted the time in heartbeats as blood pulsed through her head fueling the anger she felt, the cold metal of the pistol gripped tightly in her hand.
She had never wanted so much to squeeze the trigger as she did right now; never wanted so badly to watch as the red energy pulsed forward, lodging itself in the Man, ending his life forever. It would be sweet. And it would be the end. She would slip away then and be done with it, finally able to move on with her life. Finally feeling the closure she so desperately sought.
He would be here any second. She had heard the transport door slam shut, could hear his footsteps on the pavement as he walked slowly toward the door. It seemed to take forever.
Finally he was in sight. She lined up the shot, holding the pistol with both hands. She was pleased that they were not shaking too badly now. Her nerves were calm, her decision made.
He walked slowly toward her without knowing she was there, silent, waiting. Like the predator stealthily waiting to strike. His feet fell one by one, beating out a silent drum beat - a slow march to his death.
He was close enough now. The shot would be easy. Quietly she let out her breath and moved to squeeze the trigger.
But no. Not yet. She wanted him to see her first, she decided. She wanted him to KNOW that his time was up. To SEE who was responsible for his death. So she waited. And when he was right in front of her, still concealed by the shadows of the slowly rising moon, she emerged - the rustle of the leaves as she moved just loud enough to alert him to her presence and he turned.
But her pistol was already pointed at him. And slowly as he turned around his eyes went wide with surprise. And he stood, frozen to the spot.
She looked into his eyes. And she fired, pulling the trigger firmly and watching as the bolts of energy raced their way into his body, pushing his body back with the force, dropping him to the ground.
There was a second of pure satisfaction that flooded through her body with the last of the adrenaline that coursed through her blood.
But this fleeting feeling of satisfaction was quickly replaced with one of absolute panic and appall.
Oh my god what did I just DO!!!??? She thought to herself, staring wildly around, looking blindly and listening deafly as blood now pulsed through her head deafeningly pounding behind her ears.
I KILLED HIM!!! I KILLED HIM!!!
She stared at the Man for a second before covering her face with her hands.
The urge to vomit came crashing upon her and she quickly turned to the side avoid throwing up all over herself.
Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god!.
She ran over to him, hoping that maybe her aim had been bad, that maybe he wasn't really dead. She shook him. She tried to feel for a pulse. But she didn't really know what she was looking for.
He looked so still. His eyes were closed.
Frell, frell, frell. I'm a murderer. A cold blooded murderer.
She retched to the side again.
But then she thought she saw something - a twitch.
Her heart caught in her throat. There it was again. A slight twitch of his foot. But she had WATCHED the energy hit him, throwing him backwards into the wall!!
Not daring to believe it she looked again at the blaster that was still in her hands.
Holy Frell!.it was set on stun.
When had she done that? She didn't remember doing that.
But there it was. Clearly in front of her.
She stared at the Man again.
What should she do now?
But then an idea came to her and taking a slow breath in an attempt to calm her now totally frazzled nerves she moved to open the door of the house.
Slowly, still shaking, she dragged the man inside and looked around for something to tie him up with.
She tried to drag him to a chair but he was too heavy and her body was too weak from the after affects of the flood of adrenaline that had coursed through her moments before. So instead she tied his arms to the chair leg and his feet to the legs of other furniture within the room.
She was good with knots. Knots were useful.
Standing to study her work she pulled out the blaster again, making sure the blaster was on stun and shooting the man in the stomach. She felt a lot braver now, knowing the blaster was set on stun. Stun didn't kill, it only incapacitated...
Then, pulling out a knife she held in a sheath in her boot she began cutting off the man's clothes, fighting back images of That Night as she did.
She used a small data pad for the recording. It wouldn't be that good, but then, that was probably okay, given the image she was recording.
When she was finished she just turned and left, leaving the man tied securely and unconscious.
He would wake up in time. But he would wake up tied, naked and helpless.
Let HIM figure out how to get himself out of this now. Let him feel just even a TASTE of what he has caused so many young females to feel...
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She moved quickly back to the place where she had been sleeping lately - her "home". It wasn't much - an old abandoned convenience store. But it had a roof, and the walls made her feel at least somewhat protected.
Leaning up against one of them she sat, working on her pad, splicing together the recording she had taken what felt like weeks ago of the Man and his assistant and the new images she had recorded of the Man naked on his floor.
It took her a few hours to finish, and then she sat back to watch the finished product.
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Scene 1 - Front entrance of Horace Treasures
Cut to Scene 2 - The Man engaging in his sexual adventures with the female assistant.
(Kesh had mercifully blotted out the other girl's face, making her all but impossible to identify. But it was still obvious from the images that the girl was young. Way too young to be legal. And that she was being held down.)
Cut to Scene 3 - The Man lying naked in his home, tied at his hands and feet. Subtext appeared as golden font on the screen.
"I can no longer live with the secrets that I hold inside of me. I want the City to know me for the pedophile that I am. I have used, against their wills, countless young females and deserve the justice I will now receive."
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Satisfied with her work she hit another key on the datapad, sending the video off to both the largest news station and the authorities.
It would be from an anonymous source. It wouldn't make the front headline or anything. But the police would have to investigate. And they would find out the truth...
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She returned to his home the next day, lounging on a bench to wait and watch.
It was almost noon when she saw the flashing blue and red lights as they moved toward the house.
They had pulled up and the Officers had gotten out, storming into the house.
Half an hour later the man was being lead out in stuncuffs.
The teenage girl smiled.
The golden eye of justice sees, and requites the unjust man.
