ALTERNATE REALITY

Entry No. 3

It could rightfully be called that those I killed were victims. They were victims of circumstances. It’s not cold-blooded murder. It’s merely what the situation called for. Emperors and kings massacred hundreds of thousands yet history perceives them as men of great honor. Generals plan their tactics on the comfort of their headquarters while ordinary soldiers die on the battlefield. No, what I’m saying is not entirely new. But looking at these things on a perspective of someone who actually killed someone, it justifies the action committed. It also strengthens the fact that there are more who are worse than me. I have killed because I have to let all the pain within me out. Without the thought of taking my vengeance, my life would have been over by now.

My last victim was a Japanese tourist. You can meet their kind on the lonely yet busy streets of the tourist belt. It’s very simple. You could approach them to ask for the time and they’d get the hint. After offering you to eat or drink at the sleazy bars lining up along with hotels and motels, they’d invite you up to their room for another drink or two.

Smoking a cigarette, I waited at his apartment while he took a shower. Inspecting his belongings and pocketing some of the money he had, I decided to make a run. But the Japanese came out naked. He was a pervert. He pulled down my pants with haste and started murmuring words I did not understand. He gave me a blowjob while I was lying down.

After a few minutes, I told him I needed to drink. Teasing him, I tied him in bed. Libido has no conscience they say, much more, libido has no brains. It’s the mother of all stupidity. I even turned the stereo at high volume.

Convinced that he can’t let go without extra-effort, I went to the kitchen. Instead of opening the fridge for water, I turned the gas out of the stove. After smelling the gas, the Japanese shouted what sounded like curses. I lit a lighter, and then threw it at the screaming tourist. I then proceeded to call the only guard on duty. I knew the buildings in that area and checked the security set-up they have for occasions like this. Then there was a loud bang. The stove exploded sending flames into the air.

With the heat throbbing on my whole body, I managed to hide behind the entrance door. After the guard came in, I jumped for his revolver. He is the only witness I knew who saw me coming in with the Japanese. He must also be eliminated.

Using his service revolver, I shot him at the back of his head. I buried three bullets in his body before killing the tourist with the other three bullets. The fire was raging around me. Before stepping out of the fire exit, I threw the gun inside the fire.

“Neither fingerprints nor any evidence would be found after they subdued the flame of this room,” I told myself.

On the dark alleyway below, I made my escape.