Indisputable, right?

Satisfied. I felt satisfied. 

This satisfaction doubled... no tripled, as I saw the evening news headlines flash on the T.V. in the corner.

"Woman, 24, Killed in home"

I mean for what she did to me she deserved it, right? It's not like this wasn't justified. It was indisputable. Obviously. I couldn't question that one bit.

My only regret was killing her secretly; she hadn't known it was me. I wish I got to see the look on her face when she realized the last thing she'd ever see would be me... Why the hell hadn't I just stood in front of her... She hadn't suffered enough.

I wasn't always like this, you know. I grew up learning in a top notch private school. Nationally ranked even. We went to church every week, too. I'd been confirmed and everything! Zachary was my patron saint.

Hah. The saint of Peace....

I guess we all start somewhere, right?