"Just hit him once and see how you feel. If you still feel wrong about it, then you can stop".

"I'm not sure" he said taking a step back, but not letting go of the bat.

The bum sat quietly while the two of us decided on his fate.

"Look, just take all your pain, all your anger, and swing."

He closed his eyes, raised the bat and struck down, connecting to the old man's shoulder, breaking it.

A smile crossed his face as the old man wailed in pain.

"How do you feel now?" I asked.

"Better" he said with a laughter.

I didn't even need to tell him to continue. His eyes were beginning to fill with tears as he beat the old man, but these tears weren't for the bum, they were for himself. After all this time, he had finally let go of the pain that he had allowed to consume his life. He was crying because if he had only known about this earlier, then he wouldn't have suffered for soo long.

With one final all encompassing swing, he bashed the right side of the old man's face in. The sound of bones shattering has actually become an enlightened for me and my patients.

"Now what?" he asked in between breathes. "Now, we sit back and watch him die", and so we did......

Over the years I found that the outcasts of society are the best ones to use. They are rarely, if ever, missed. The police never look for them, and if they do happen to come across one of the bodies, they just chalk it up to a drug deal gone bad.

They key is to not use the same area to many times. If you create a pattern the police will become suspicious, and we cannot have that. I've helped too many people to stop now.

If I can prevent one person from doing what Allen did, then I've done something right…..

Allen was my cousin.

He was incredibly gifted when it came to numbers, he was hailed as the human calculator in my family.

He was also my best friend, well, my only friend to tell the truth.

Although there was an eight year gap between us, it didn’t seem to matter. Allen always treated me as an equal. Whether it was going to the movies, smoking pot, or just talking about what we wanted out of life, we connected with each other.

As I said before, Allen was a genius in math, so when he graduated from college (top of his class none the less) all the big companies wanted him. He chose an investment company in the city, so he could still be somewhat close to home.

It didn’t take long before he began to change.

We didn’t hang out with each other as frequently because of the abundance of work he had, and when he was able to take a break from it, all he wanted to do was get high.

At first this wasn’t a problem, I figured he just wanted to relieve some of the stress of work, but it soon became apparent that it was much worse than I had thought.

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