I've tried dating this guy, he was pretty cute. Tan, toned muscle, a flashy smile that could make any normal girl turn to goo, platinum blonde hair that was always defying gravity, and baby blue eyes that nearly always portrayed his emotions. However, when we were driving over to his house, he started to get rough and I finally realized that the "Mr. Nice Guy" facade was just a pretty, innocent, glossed up cover and he started to get rough.

I thanked my father in Heaven for letting me take karate and punched him into next Monday, Asian style. He was in the hospital for a month and I didn't need to spend a penny, claiming my beating him as right out self defense. I searched up on him and after gathering enough evidence, called up the cops and reported him for murder, rape, robbery, shoplifting (so much that he could maybe even start his own "little" shop to sell his stolen merchandise) , drug dealing, and even selling women into prostitution with the lure of drugs. Wouldn't expect that from a friendly looking, cute huh?

The police thanked me and visited him, still on the hospital bed, that he would be sentenced to jail strictly after his recovery. Usually his case would be a direct execution, but if he could have the court in his favor, he could go with just life sentence.

Even though I was blessed with a smooth tongue, he had pulled a few string of his own, having been related to his lawyer and was great friends with the judge. He was later dragged off to jail for life sentence.

I smiled at my accomplishment even if it wasn't going to kill the guy for what he had done to all those innocent women, he would still have to suffer what all the people in jail did. I know. I used to work in the police force and patrolled the jail regularly. Lets just say the jobs they did down there weren't exactly the best jobs around.

I strolled home and when I finally unlocked the mahogany door, I sauntered over to the computer. After gathering the addresses of the cemeteries of where his victims lied lifeless. I planned on telling them that the cause of their death and grief was no more. With the thought of a job well done in mind, I hurriedly did my nightly toiletries and crawled into bed, hoping to get some shuteye.

This is a story I randomly thought up at 3 am in the morning from…a long time ago. I didn't have it betaed so expect mistakes. (I was also listening to "vocaloid selection" so that proves a wonderful distraction to typing.) Also, please ignore the title, I didn't know what to use so I just thought of something random and that popped up.