Python

C H A P T E R 13

"Gaddafi tell me you have something for me." I said over the phone.

"Give me an hour to figure something out for you." The deep voice on the other side of the line replied. "But shouldn't you be on a timelined mission ? You know how risky it could be."

"I know, but I haven't killed in a month now." I said. "I'm bored. Plus Python has a reputation to maintain you don't want these motherfuckers thinking I've gone soft now do we ?"

He chuckled. "Okay, I was supposed to take out this barstad today but I guess you could take him out."

"Now you're talking my language, send me his transcripts." I said as I hung up.

I patiently waited for Gaddafi's text. Gaddafi was kind of my right hand man if not partner in crime, but only when it came to assassins. He hated rapists, abusers and human traffickers as much as I did if not more. He has killed thousands of them across the world. The only difference is that he doesn't want to be known so unlike me he doesn't leave a mark, he is a silent killer.

He has done this for the last fifteen years. Getting justice for victims, doing what the justice system continuously fails to do. Although I agree that our method is wrong, our intentions are never wrong. We do not hurt innocent people. We do not kill innocent people. But the world doesn't know that does it ? To the world Python is the villan, a murder of innocent men and women. They would know that the people I kill, victimize innocent girls out there if their justice system actually did their job.

Gaddafi despises these people because him and his sister grew up in a home like that. He was constantly abused by his uncle. He lived with his uncle and wife. He would take every beating he got because he didn't want the beatings to go to his sister. He thought he was protecting his sister but he didn't know his uncle sexually molested his sister two times. Gaddafi and his sister were only sixteen at that time. And that's when he had his first kill. He killed his uncle after finding out.

A normal teenager turned into a murder because of circumstances. I was twelve years and he was seventeen when my father came with Gaddafi to the house as one of the new recruited members of the Goated Gang. Although he was five years older than me, it didn't stop me from wanting to know his story and be in his life. Him and I became close and started doing assassins together. I guess his hatred for these penetrators and drive to get justice for innocent young girls and boys rubbed off on me.

Although his sister, Farrah, has leaned to heal from the pain in the past ten years, I don't think Gaddafi would ever heal. He used to constantly blame himself for not protecting his sister. Farrah is now happily married to one of our gang members. Her brother is happy for her, but I think Gaddafi only finds solace and peace by doing what he thinks he failed to do for his sister. Protect young girls and boys from being victimized.

My thoughts were disturbed by a ding in my phone. I opened Gaddafi's text and read it.

: Daniel August
: Bus driver
: 40 years old
: Lives with his wife and stepdaughter.
: Continuosly molests the teenage stepdaughter.
: Mother , Natalie August , knows about the sexual assaults but does nothing to stop it.
: Daniel is the sole provider this is one of the reasons she keeps quiet.
: Natalie physically abuses her teenage daughter.

Address : 889 Sunset Street
: Mayville , PLS Avenue.

Tracker number : E484X3300

I always got mad by just reading these transcript. To even think a mother would even allow her daughter to be treated like this. For what ? A roof on her head ? some bread crumbs to eat before sleeping ? She even contributes to making this child's life be miserable. Some people just don't deserve to be mothers.