Vigilante

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Part Four

I only picked at my dinner but felt a bit better after breakfast, especially when I was told that I could go home when Lucy came. She had been told that she should bring in some clothes for me in any case.

So it was with an awkward hug that we gave to each other when she arrived in the late morning, a bit dark under the eyes and I knew she had spent half the night crying. She helped me dress, though we didn't bother with stockings or panties. Skirt, blouse, shoes and a coat were sufficient and so dressed, I said goodbyes and gave my thanks to the nurses and sister who had looked after me and I left with Lucy and we got a taxi home.

She hadn't done anything for Sunday lunch so she went out and got a Chinese takeaway that we ate, and then went to bed and made love as best as we could with my arm sticking out and getting in the way most of the time. Lucy also had her first orgasm during that session we had and she lay back with a flushed face and a happy expression.

I didn't think it could be so good,' she said dreamily. I think it was because I thought that I might have lost you.' I hugged her with my good arm, which was awkward as I normally slept on the left hand side of the bed, so it was strange to be on the other side so that my left arm was out of the way.

I love you more than life itself,' I said giving her an equally awkward kiss, but I'm glad for you.' She snuggled up closer to me and stroked my breasts for a little while before she spoke.

`You know you made a mistake back there in the hospital.'

`What do you mean?' thinking I knew what was going to come out.

`About Mrs Heathers.' This threw me a bit.

`I'm not with you on that,' I said.

`When I read out that bit in the paper about an old lady being mugged, you asked if Mrs Heathers was all right. It didn't mention her name in the paper because they withheld her name until the next of kin could be notified because she died.'

`Oh,' was all I could say as I began to cry. Not for myself, but for that poor woman. It was only when I was able to stop did I then look up to the ceiling and whisper that I hoped she was happy in heaven and that she might have looked down to see that justice had been done.

Which brought me to thinking that the night she was mugged, you dressed up in black and went out. You knew that it was Billy, didn't you?' I could only nod, my mouth too dry to speak. You saw it was her he had hurt and went out looking for him?' again I nodded.

`You found him too? That's why we had to go through that farce about the falling down the stairs bit, wasn't it?' Yet again, all I could do was nod, for my tears had now made their way into the back of my throat so I couldn't have said anything lying there on my back.

`Why didn't you report it to the police? They would have seen him punished for it, why did you have to take it upon yourself?' Here I had to sit up and cough and swallow the water that had come from my eyes.

Don't be so naïve Lucy,' I cried. What would they have done? You know what a bully he was! They would have had him in court and even if found guilty, he would be back out again in a few years and then he would have come looking for me. I did what I thought was right! There's no place on earth for people who hurt others for their own enjoyment. Do you think I enjoyed it? I busted up my arm but I avenged that poor woman so that she may rest in peace in her grave!' and this led me to break down into tears again and Lucy, bless her heart, put her arms around and hugged me.

But there's more,' she said after I had calmed down and after a few more kisses. I lay there nearly all of last night thinking back and it made me very frightened as to what I came up with. Now some people might say coincidence, but how many times can that be used?' and my heart began to sink. `Not many people have the experience of being in a place at the same time as so many accidents or killings take place, yet we have seemed to have had too many since we've been together.'

`Lucy, don't. Don't go any further,' I begged.

`I've got to Sally. I've got to know if...if, oh Christ Sally! I love you and want to be with you all the time, but I can't keep these thoughts in my head or I'll go mad if I don't speak out to you.' There was nothing I could say to that and I had to let her go on, get it off her chest or it would fester and become a canker between us which I didn't want to happen for the whole world. I wanted her love and I wanted to keep it, so if she knew the truth as to the whys and wherefores, she might understand, so I kept quiet and let her go on.

`To work backwards so to speak, we went on holiday to Benidorm and a man has an accident by falling from a balcony. We're at a disco and fight breaks out and a man is stabbed to death. A man dies in a cinema the very night that we were there. That's three times we've out been together and someone has died and to find this link between you and Mrs Whatshername and the death of Billy Kramner. Bloodstained knife and jacket! What do you think I thought? Did you do these, or, was it just a coincidence, I've got to know for my own peace of mind.?' My mind had gone numb at the thought that she might have gone further than she had, but now I was trying to free it, to tell her the reasons, the justification for what I had done.

`Oh Lucy, I love you and would never try to hurt you. But, and I think you might hate me for saying this, but yes. Yes, I did do as you think, but you'll have to hear me out and not condemn me without a hearing.' She started to speak but I cut her short.

You left one out. An important one at that because it was he who started it. My step father.' She gave a gasp and I felt her hand tighten on my wrist. You gave your virginity away to a boy you fancied when you were, what, fifteen? Mine was taken by force when I was only twelve, just a month after my mother had died. I killed my step father for the brutal treatment he metered out to me for over a year. Forcing himself onto and into me when I didn't know a thing about sex.'

Oh my poor darling,' Lucy cried as she clutched me to herself, I didn't know.'

`No. Nobody knew how he abused me. Fucked me every time he came home drunk from the pub. I had a living hell of his dirty fingers probing inside me before he would get on top and stick his cock inside me. The insult was that he would pull out at the last minute and smear my stomach with his outpouring and revel in the fact that he wasn't going to sire another bastard into this world. For a whole year I suffered his abuse until I snapped and cracked his head on the side of the bath and drowned him.

Since then, I've not been able to have a man touch me down below. It always brings up the sight of Him gloating above me as first his fingers went in and then his prick. But at the same time, I cannot stand a man who abuses women in any way, physically I mean. I don't mind a man shouting at his wife and calling her all the names under the sun. It's when he raises his hand and causes her pain from his own power in being able to hit and maim a woman, that hurts me and I just see red and try to do something about it.'

Oh my God!' exclaimed Lucy in a voice that sounded as if she was being strangled to get those few words out. My father had his throat cut in an alley. He was always hitting us, did you, did...? No! No! I don't want to know.' She cried. `I remember saying quite distinctly that I was glad that someone had killed him, so I don't want to know. If you did it, I don't want to know. You didn't did you?' she asked in a very small voice, and then for the first time I lied to her.

`No darling, that is one killing that I didn't do. We were living at Mother Phelps house then, don't you remember?'

Of course!' she cried, hugging me again and by Christ did my arm suffer from that hug. I'm glad that it wasn't you, but what about the others that I've mentioned?'

`You were right. The man in the cinema made me see red when he put his hand down my front and squeezed my breast. Remember I made us change seats?'

`Yes, yes, go on.'

`Well he moved too and came and sat in front of us. You might not have heard what he said, but I did, and I wasn't going to have him touch you, so I did it. The man in the disco tried to rape me on the floor under one of the tables. It was when his fingers went inside me that made me go berserk and knife him. Do you remember Mother Phelps?'

`Yes, a nice woman.'

`Do you remember that I paid her a visit, well it doesn't matter, but I did, and I didn't like what I saw when I did. There was this poor woman half beaten to death, her face was horrible to look at. But she told me her story and it sickened me that a man who marries a woman out of love and could then do this, even to his child, well! That was the man in Benidorm. I think his wife was very pleased when she heard the news.'

`Oh God, I wish I'd never asked you to explain,' Lucy cried into my shoulder.

You and your mother Lucy, were the best thing that happened to me. It brought me back from the brink of suicide,' another lie, for which I am very grateful. I make no other excuses for what I have done. Just to say that I will not ever have any man take advantage of me again unless I say so, nor will I stand by and see any woman or child abused, so help me God.'

Oh Christ Sally, I do love you,' she cried, smothering my face in kisses. You're my Joan of Arc!' Oh shit, I thought as she started to kiss my breasts and move further down, what have I started now as I opened my legs and gave myself up to the pleasure she was giving me. It was more difficult for me to reciprocate with my arm like it was, but we managed.

It was four weeks before I went back to work, still with my arm in plaster. I'd had enough of being at home on my own during the day, though it was nice at night in bed. I tried to cook her a dinner of sorts one handed, but generally made more of a mess that took longer to clean up than it took me to make it.

So one armed, I did manage to answer the phone and learn to crook it under my chin while I wrote down the messages. The fact that Lucy had told them that I had suffered the broken arm in helping a poor old mugged woman, did nothing but raise me in their esteem.

I had that bloody plaster on for just over three months before the doctor said that it could be taken off, and wasn't it just glorious to be able to scratch that bit of the arm that you'd been unable to reach for all that time. It also enabled me for the first time to use the fingers of both hands to please Lucy in our love making as well as my mouth and tongue.

I also then continued with my driving lessons, the confinement so to speak, hadn't impaired what I had already learned and was pleased to be put forward for my driving test the day following my eighteenth birthday which I passed and was then entitled to a full driving licence.

Lucy had come to accept my killings that she knew about and made no bones about telling me how much she loved me and that she loved what I did in this respect. What alarmed me was that she wanted to become an active part in what I saw as retribution, what I saw that made me boil and become angry enough to get to the point of committing murder, that she wanted to help and be involved is what frightened me.

I loved her dearly but wasn't that sure if she knew what a toll it would take of her mind. I knew myself that I could shut off the rights and wrongs of taking someone else's life if there was a justification for doing so, but the killings still did come back at one time or another to haunt me. What I feared that she might not be able to cope with it as I had had to do for the past five, no, nearly six years.

It was at her insistence that we both went down with the flu, as what she told the estate office, when a trial came up of rape so that we could sit in the public gallery to listen to the case. Though the case was lost through lack of evidence and witnesses, we both, after hearing the woman describe her ordeal and of the man's cocky remarks, came to the conclusion that he did in fact rape this poor girl, and it was at Lucy's urging that we decided to look more closely at this fellow.

We knew of his address from the outset in the court and it didn't take us long to find out his usual haunts and hangouts in the evenings. Now me with the breasts that I had was more than enough bait for the most stupid of fishes, and he was one of them. It was only two weeks after being found not guilty of rape that he tried to rape me. Well call it entrapment if you want, but when a woman says no, it means no.

We'd left the pub after an evening of drinking and he got me into a corner of the car park after telling Lucy to fuck off, that he tried it with me. My blouse was torn and he had my breasts out and was still trying to get under my skirt before I stuck my knife in him. It was not a killing blow but enough to get him off me to lie on the ground squirming in pain as he clasped his stomach. I pulled the knife out of him as Lucy came out of the shadows to stand beside me as he writhed on the floor.

Here,' I said to Lucy, passing the knife to her, you wanted to take an active part, here's your chance. Either stick it in his heart or cut his throat.' I must say she had guts, because she took the knife from my hand and I waited with bated breath to see which option she would choose. Then without hesitation, she bent forward and slit his throat and I went and held her tight as we watched the blood spurt and then stream from his cut jugular and I took the knife from her hand and wiped it on his trousers before putting it back in its sheath.

Lucy shuddered as we watched his death throes and she said afterwards that he had deserved it. We got into the old banger that I had bought and drove off back home.

It wasn't until we were in bed that the full horror at what she had done hit home and she cried and clung to me and it was only my love making that calmed her down, but next day, she said that she was all right now and glad that we had rid the world of another rapist.

So apart from being lovers, we became a pair of vigilantes for the abused women of London. Not that we discriminated, we also included those who abused children too. Over the next year we despatched one woman and two paedophiles that warranted a death sentence. The woman was charged with killing her own child to which she pleaded not guilty, but we caught her between court hearings and after admitting her guilt to us, we executed her. The two men were easy to catch and do away with, but we created a problem for ourselves in the way of our modus operandi.

These knife attacks had become apparent and it was noted in the press that these abusers of both women and children were being killed off by a person or persons unknown by the use of this type of weapon, and this was now leading them to the conclusion that it was a woman behind these fatal attacks.

I won't say that we revelled in these bloodbaths, but we did keep the adrenalin going till we were in bed together and had great sex for the whole of the night till the skies began to get grey from the approach of daylight.

Our sex life had never been better and we lived life to the full. We didn't need a man to give us satisfaction, as we had enough of it ourselves, between us, and we loved each other the more for the doing so. But it was a time to call a halt to our method of justice, for the time being that is. We'd built up a nice little nest egg with the commission on our house sales and wages and only spent a modest amount of that. We took a quiet holiday in Greece, a holiday where no one in our vicinity suddenly died like in an Agatha Christie story.

Then it was back to England and work and I think it was Lucy who now had a blood thirst and didn't like me letting so many obviously vicious men go free as it were. I maintained that we had done enough for the time being and now had to sit back for a while as some of our exploits had been reported in the press and that was the last thing we wanted. It was during this interim period that I turned and became a professional.

It was difficult to persuade the people that led up to it because you do not really believe or take a chance on people you have never met who come up with saying that they knew of somebody who would do the dirty deed and leave you in the clear.

But I did eventually manage it, though it seemed to go in stages as you will see. Lucy and I now had quite a bit of money to be able to enjoy ourselves, meaning that we could afford to go to clubs and the like in the city. Not to pick up men, but just to see how the other half live and, above all else, have a good time.

We were chatted up all the time, but we made it quite clear that Lucy and I were an item. That we were labelled as lesbians didn't affect us in the slightest. In fact, it somewhat enhanced our reputation that this lovely smaller bosomed broad with a less beautiful but bigger bosomed broad could not be separated seemed quite a challenge to the males that we encountered. So we, as we became known, began to get invited to drink at tables where the men would then do their utmost to separate us, but to no avail.

It was at one such table in a night club that one man, a bit gone in drink, said that he wished that someone would do away with his wife and make him a very happy fellow. I've not gone into the details that led up to this statement, but that was the crux of his moan.

`Well I know someone who would do it for a thousand pounds,' I said quite airily, having had a few drinks myself. I should have kept my mouth shut really, but then, I wouldn't be where I am today if I had.

`Who would do that?' he asked.

Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. I just piss the details over through a drop and it gets done, I hiccuped. Yes, I did say piss instead of pass, but don't forget, I was drinking as well.

`How do I know that I can trust you?' he slurred.

`You don't. But you know who I am, so you could always take it out on me if it isn't done.' Now Lucy and I had been going to this club fairly regularly for some months now, so we were not exactly unknown. The upshot was that he would give his money to a third party and that when the job was done, the money was to be passed over. I argued that at least half of it had to be passed over or the guy wouldn't do it. Stalemate, but he went my way in the end.

So I got my first contract. I don't think I could have done this sober, but that is bye the bye now. It was also during this interim period that I called it, that Lucy had taken driving lessons and was now a qualified driver too, not that it has any bearing on what we were about to embark, but I thought I should mention it anyway or you'll think it strange later when she does happen to be able to drive a car.

The following week this man turns up and gives me a photograph, an address and five hundred pounds, the other five was held by someone we both knew.

`How long will it take your man to do this?' he asked.

Within a month,' I replied, and then went on as he was about to butt in. He has to look things over first and make sure that you're not anywhere near when, or whatever happens.' This was enough to shut him up.

`Who are you going to give it to?' Lucy asked on the way home. 'How can you approach some man and say do this and pay whatever you'll give him?'

`Don't be so naïve Lucy, we'll be doing this. You wanted in, well you're in now,' I said. So for the next two weeks we watched from either the car or on foot this woman that we were going to hit. On the fifteenth day, I stole a car from a housing estate near us that some stupid woman had left the keys in and drove up to North London and killed the woman in a hit and run accident. The car was abandoned near a tube station for us to get back home and Lucy wasn't too happy at what we had done, but, there again, neither was I, but I had to set my mark somewhere to get started.

We turned up at the club the following week and was paid the balance of our money. A year and three jobs later it was ten thousand, and the person who hired the friend of Sally, knew that the job would get done. When they were told this new price they wanted to know why.

`The young man had now realised his true worth and proved it. You are now paying the going rate and for those who trusted in him to begin with got the benefit at the discounted price.'

What we are doing is wrong,' protested Lucy the next night in bed as we kissed and touched each other. It's immoral.'

`Lucy, I lost my morals when I lost my virginity. The earlier ones were out of duty. Now I'm working for myself. I want out of where we are living. I want a better place for us, a bigger place, a place of style and luxury. Do you want to continue living in that backwater street?'

`No, but...'

`No buts Lucy. If you love me as I love you, you'd do all you can to give me the best as I want to do for you.' Then I went down on her and that stopped the argument for awhile. Mind you, we still did the odd unpaid job for the community in that year by knocking off one mugger and another rapist. Though the local rag screamed out the headline of a vigilante, I must say that those particular crimes dropped to almost zero for which many letters went into this rag to applaud whoever was doing it. The police said that they would stamp down on this as he, the vigilante was not to be praised by taking and being the law, into his own hands, it was their job. My, didn't this remark get a lot of unwelcome press when it was reported that they had pressed only thirty two cases out of four hundred plus without getting even a twenty percent guilty charges made against the offenders. Popular opinion was against them at that stage.

After our first five professional hits, things began to get serious. I know and have no excuse for any of those first five. They were made for the wrong reasons except for me to get money and gain credulity in doing what I knew I could do. But now I was turning down more than I would accept on the grounds that it was pure and unwarranted jealousy on most parts. If it was a wrong, in my eyes, then I accepted the contract. Again, there are many of you who would be saying by what right did I have by giving judgement over others. What does a judge in the courts of law do now? He has to do what the jury say, though you can be sure, because he knows the past history of those that come up before him, and would send down more than ninety per cent of the cases if he had the chance. Well I did, and I metered out justice where it was called for, except as I have said of those first five, though three of them I might have done for free as the case had been proved by their own actions.

But I came to a watershed as people were now bantering my name around of being able to get things done, and this I didn't like, even though they all assumed I was fronting for someone else. I had to put a stop to it and there came up against a stumbling block as to who do I trust and how far would they go to protect me? The answer was no one, so I had to devise a systematic series of dead drops.

As it was now a matter of me picking which jobs to do, the time factor was dropped, so the postal service came into play here. Mind you, it still cost money to set up but it could be monitored.

Those in the know at the club where I first started would put the request in the post to a drop which would happen to be a shop that also had a sub post office. One boy would go in to collect any mail that was for me under a different name. If there was something, he would collect it and then by moving round the store pass it onto another boy who would put it into another, already prepared envelope for another dead drop. He would then present this package for posting and pay for the stamps and that would be it at the first drop.

There would be no apparent connection between two different boys, one collecting and one posting, but the same would happen again at the next drop and it was only at this second one would I be there to collect the mail from the boy who collected it, again it being passed to me as I moved along the shelves.

Only one man at the club knew where to collect my answers from, and as he got nicely paid, he didn't want to jeopardise this little income, but I had also let it be known to him that if he spoke out of turn, he would never ever be able to walk anywhere with looking over his shoulder.

We did two hits that year. The first being a bigamist and it was the wife, (how did she get in touch with those in the club?), as she would rather have his life insurance than to have him exposed as a bigamist and bring her into ridicule. The second one was again to prevent scandal of a promiscuous wife from bringing this rather prominent man from the fate of being labelled a cuckoo as well as possibly losing his position in the government. The first was a sexual set up where I throttled him as he got across Lucy. The second one was a boating accident where she unfortunately drowned. In both cases as learned later, the insurance companies paid up and everybody was satisfied, except those dead, said Lucy in one moment of inebriation, which she seemed to get into after we had killed someone. Where I wanted sex after this act, she wanted to get drunk, so she did hers first and I got mine second, and somehow it was better as she wanted to lose herself inside me.