The Righteous Vindicator by Hector Badillo

You would think that everything seems to be just right. I can see the salmon quickly swimming upstream. I can see the birds flock together and fly east. The riverbed is all dried out now. Surely, I know better: nothing perfect can last forever. My hands become sweaty and my heart begins to pulsate like a savage Indian’s drum as he goes into battle. I can’t think straight, I must focus on the task at hand. It’s almost done. The rest seems to flow like a gentle brook in the middle of a peaceful meadow. Ah, this was music to my ears.

Ontario is rainy and cold. Here I stand alone: thinking and pondering about what I shall do next. Oh, here she is; I knew she would come soon. What a beautiful girl. I prop open the window, much like a simple mouse trap. She enters the room, like a lamb to the slaughter. I see her enter her dark, black, and bleak apartment. I slowly turned off the lights. Won’t you dance me oh beautiful one? She asks why I’m going to kill her; the answer is simple: no one can sin and get away with it. All must pay the price of sin: death. She can not keep seducing men into the sin of fornication. I do all men a favor. I emerge from the closet…ah, this was music to my ears.

Ulysses is the poor fellow’s name. This man is rich, powerful, and famous in all of New York. What is his sin? His sin is gluttony. Corpulent, plump, and rotund are some of the simple terms I could label him as. There he stands tall with black hair, blue eyes, and a nose the size of Pinocchio’s nose. Oh, what an atrocious sight he is to see. I next walk right behind him and I plunge a knife into his heap of lard. This knife has poison; it will surely kill him in a little while. I laugh quickly and keep walking forward. It’s New York; he most certainly will not be able to identify me. The fat one tumbles to the ground…ah, this was music to my ears.

Raking through my mind, trying to figure out why I did it. That’s right, I murdered her. I can still remember how she stared at me with her angelic blue eyes, as I stabbed her time and time again. I told her this: “Mother I cannot allow you to be prideful.” I wrapped her body in a black plastic bag, and don’t worry I closed her eyes after I murdered her. I threw her away in the trash can; I didn’t want to leave her on the floor. Ah, music to my ears at last.

Eating seems to be the only thing to console me now. As I eat the human flesh I had graphed from each individual, I am once again filled with joy. It isn’t easy being God’s deliverer of justice you know. I can still remember the day He called me into His service. I remember when everyone would make fun of me in middle school because I was “different” or “special.” Then I realized something, God gave me a gift: to deliver justice to all who sin against Him. Oh, they all paid the price of their sins in blood! Hahahahahahaha, as each and everyone of those students who made fun of me hung from the trees at the park; their blood trickling down like a soothing brook in the middle of a peaceful meadow. Ah, music to my ears at last.

Nothing seemed to be perfect in this world. Everyone around me sinned, they all had to die!! I made the decision to sacrifice myself for everyone. I would soon shed my blood for all those ungrateful sinners going to hell. Ha, I would solve their sin problem at last. I concocted a plan to kill myself in order to finally pay the ultimate price so that they could live. As I held a gun to my head, I saw my father walking along the street. I knew I had to bring justice to his sin: he abused me and my mother. It was now time for him to reap what he had sowed some time ago. I quickly turned around, like a rattle snake preparing to kill its prey. I stared at him eye to eye. All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck; I turned around only to red and blue lights flashing around my mother’s apartment. I now came to the brisk reality that I had been set up, by my father, to be arrested by the police.

“‘Ello, are you awake yet? I have some questions to ask you…” Some English man was talking and kept staring at me intensely. I quickly told him that I was carrying out the work of God! He laughed and asked me some more stupid questions. I then found myself in a cell with vertical bars all encompassing me. They wanted to keep me alive for a few more weeks to study my behavior, and to possibly link the murders I had committed with something that could have happened in my childhood. I told them time and time again that I was doing the Lord’s will and work.

Xylophones played all around me as I sat in this uncomfortable chair. They put this weird hat around my head, and told me that I would soon die. I knew that I had served the Lord and that I had done his perfect will in my life. I specifically asked them to play xylophones on the day of my death. These musical instruments, when played correctly, gave me peace and gave me music to my ears at last.

They pulled down the lever. I began to smile wider than the biggest horizon. As they stared at me in bewilderment, I couldn’t help but smile even wider. They strapped me down to my chair, so I wouldn’t move. I began to think of all that I had done to further the kingdom of God. They continued to pull down the lever, and continued to stare. Little did they know of my one last trick that I had up my sleeve. They pulled the lever, I laughed, and one thing that I couldn’t understand was all of their bewildered faces. Ah, music to my ears at last.