Taming The Ruthless Executioner

Chapter 2: Hero Without a Cape

Dimitri's Point Of View

_Five Minutes Ago_

"f*****g assholes." I screamed, swinging my fist into empty space.

Of course, I wasn't speaking to anyone, I only wished they were present to hear it.

As I walked down the street, I noticed how quiet it was out here, too quiet. It's no wonder there's been an unceasing report of crimes in this vicinity.

My name is Dimitri, Dimitri Vaughn. I'm a police officer, but not anymore, I got dismissed hours ago. It wasn't my fault though, I mean let me explain, maybe someone reasonable would understand.

....

I arrived at a mall to see three guys beating up a helpless man. One of them had a gun, he was literally about to shoot the injured man on the floor.

"Hey, what's going on?" I yelled, reaching for my gun.

But those assholes didn't even seem startled by my presence, instead, they burst into laughter, like hyenas.

The one with the gun, I assumed that he's their leader, he glared at me, chuckled one last time and said, "If you knew who my uncle is, you'd turn back and crawl into the pit you came out of."

He's all puffed up, this kid, that's when I recognized him.

He's the nephew of Salmon Grande, the manager of Feztech, a multimillionaire and a government official. The kid's face had appeared on the news countless times for various mischievous acts, but his uncle's influence always kept him out of trouble.

"Spoiled brat," I muttered through gritted teeth. If I were a regular cop, I'd have walked away, confronting him could cost me my job.

But I wasn't just a cop. I wasn't even here for the pay. After a decade in the military, I returned to the city. I had already made billions from a few apps which I programmed and sold, and bought myself some buildings, cars, and started a company, hiring many employees.

I got bored while running the company, so I changed my identity and applied for a job as a police officer, because I felt the need to help others.

The guys at work aren't aware of this fact, those corrupt assholes are always taking bribes from other rich assholes like this kid's uncle. But I didn't need his money, he couldn't control me.

He raised the gun at the injured guy, who was gasping for air, staring pleadingly at him.

I stood there the whole time, annoyed how much they ignored me, like I was invincible.

"Put the gun down." I shouted, pointing my gun at him. "Don't make me repeat myself."

This i***t smirked and stared mockingly at me. I swear I hate his guts, having a rich and powerful uncle didn't give him the right to take a life whenever he pleased.

The little brat lifted his gun and aimed it right at my face, attempting to pull the trigger.

I fired first, as expected, and afterwards, I arrested his friends. But when it was all over, my senior officer dismissed me. If I hadn't revealed my identity, I'm sure there would've been worse consequences.

Maybe it was the accuracy of my shot that led to their decision. The bullet hit the jerk right between his eyes.

Should I have shot one of his legs? Nah, he deserved it, didn't he?

I mean, he was about to kill an innocent guy, and also, he pointed a gun at a cop. That's two murders in one day, and a hundred more in the future, which I prevented by pulling the trigger.

They should be giving me a medal for saving so many lives, not dismissal. Now I guess I'll have to go back to running my company. It was fun though.

***

So, that's my story, I killed a guy because I hated his guts, but this isn't the first time it's happened. I have this surge of dark energy whenever I come in contact with extremely bad people, my first instinct is to kill.

And after that, I usually feel no remorse, but here I was, taking a stroll so I wouldn't direct that immense anger at the dead kid's uncle.

"f*****g assholes!!!" I screamed as I violently kicked a trash can. I was referring to almost everyone; the government, the rich, the corrupt judges and cops. It's funny how much vulgarity I use when I'm upset.

Why did I think I could possibly calm my nerves by walking aimlessly?

I was about to turn back and head for my mansion, when I sighted two lovebirds making out in a dark corner of the street. So shameless.

But they weren't a couple, the guy seemed to be forcing himself on the girl. He kept struggling to lift her skirt, while she tried to break free from his grip.

Unbelievable! This pervert is trying to r**e a girl right in the middle of the street, not on my watch.

I grabbed his shirt, pulling him away from her. My strength made him fly off her, tumbling onto the road.

My eyes darkened when I heard the sound of an object, clattering against the ground behind me, he had a knife.

I stared down at the helpless girl, tears streaming down her cheeks as she curled into a ball, stretching her skirt to cover her thighs.

"Who the f**k are you?" His voice cut through the night from behind me, regaining my attention.

I turned around to look at him, and there he was, holding a knife threateningly as he frowned at me, like I had interrupted his sleep.

"Leave, now that you have a chance." He ordered, pointing the knife at me. “Or else, I'll cut your throat."

I burst into laughter, not just because of his confidence, but because he was the one with the opportunity to run, yet, he stood there, acting like a supervillain just because he had a knife.

I watched the confusion in his expression as my laughter reduced, until it became a smile, and grew thin into a grin.

"Drop the knife, before you hurt yourself!" I advised.

He wouldn't stand a chance against me even with the knife. I knew martial arts and could disarm him without breaking a sweat.

If only he knew who I was, he would've turned away and fled for his life. But a part of me wished he would attack me so I could hurt him, and he did. He took the bait.

He rushed at me, swinging the knife towards my chest, but I dodged effortlessly. But he didn't give up, he kept hurling the knife at me, aiming for my stomach, but I dodged every one of attempts.

I noticed a cobra tattoo on his neck, probably into mafia stuff. He's swift, and quite accurate at aiming, but I've had enough.

"Alright, that's enough." I commanded, grabbing a firm hold of his fist. I stared into his eyes as I squeezed his fingers against the knife, bending his arm in the wrong direction.

His pain-inspired screams were followed by the clatter of the knife, but my gaze remained locked with his as I enjoyed the terrifying look on his face, still twisting his broken arm.

In an attempt to free himself from my grip, he threw a punch with his second hand, but I grabbed hold of his punch, using his momentum to throw him onto the ground.

The girl still sat in the dark corner, just meters away from us, she had witnessed the entire fight.

My mind lit up with a cruel idea.

Picking up the knife, I walked to the spot where the guy laid,still nursing his broken arm. I stooped low and grabbed hold of his shirt, dragging him across the pavement until we got to the spot where the girl sat.

Laying him in front of her, I swung the knife, stooped low, and began speaking,

"On this night, I pronounce you guilty for the attempted r**e and murder of an innocent young lady." Here I am, making a speech to an audience of two, soon to be one.

I could feel the dark energy coursing through my veins as I placed the sharp edge of the knife on one side of his head, he screamed when I exerted a little force on it.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he pleaded for mercy, but I knew that he was already dead. Nothing, and no one could stop me, not even me.

"The law has refused to deliver justice, but you're lucky to have me, an impartial judge." I continued. "I, Dimitri Vaughn, have decided that your crime is punishable by death."

"I am Judge, Jury and Executioner." I ended, exerting a little more force on the knife.

My final act was to plant the knife across his skull until it collided with the ground underneath us, but I froze when I heard the girl speak, surprised by the words that left her lips.

"Please stop, just let him go." She begged, my eyes caught her face, she's beautiful.

Look at those large cute eyes letting down fresh tears because I was about to kill her harasser.

Why does she care about this piece of s**t? He deserves to die, doesn't he?