# Chapter VII
## The Vigilantes

Violence. A desire for violence. A perverse nature of the human mind. Through out history people have looked for reasons to commit acts of violence. It was not necessary to commit murder, per say. To fight, humiliate, break bones and leave to die was enough. People were thrown to fight with predatory animals in coliseums for the amusement of the crowd. People were hanged for various imaginary crimes. Heretics that did not believe in imaginary things were burned to their cores. People moved on. Laws got stricter to contain the violence. Suddenly people found new urges. 

Jews were tortured and murdered by Nazis because they were more successful than Germans in making profit. It was the official reason. Thought it is understood that people just wanted to kill somebody. It was not important for people who would be tortured and murdered. It just had to be okay to do it. Adolf Hitler, as he rose to power, could say that it was okay to torture and murder Jews. Thus people ran to do this for their own entertainment.

Later sexual crimes were found as reasons to commit acts of violence. Laws were there first. Making it okay to put gay people through hell. And later as these laws were abandoned and thrown away, people still wanted to get their violent entertainment. So attacking and burning gay clubs was considered justified. Through out the latest years, as gays were more accepted and violence against them became less "okay", people started to look forward to their new scapegoats. To somebody who they can attack, torture and leave to die without feeling a bit of guilt. They would feel as if they are the saviours. As if they are the vigilantes. While ultimately just looking for somebody to torture.

Sheiny couldn't write the script for her movie yet. Customers didn't want to buy her stuff. Mr. Humbert told her that their numbers were falling. And that stuff that he can find online was more successful. There was some new series from Ukraine where they did everything. And where they had a couple of male actors. Though the girls weren't as good as Sheiny and Chloe. It seemed evident that people wanted that stuff more. 

Sheiny decided to do a mistake. She would go with Chloe's idea and use the boy with the long hair. The imbecile that played games more then thought. The imbecile that would be caught already multiple times. But there was nothing else that could be done, she thought. So they decided to go that route anyway.

As they were walking towards his house, Sheiny was thinking that it will not work. Yes, he didn't mind being on the show. He didn't even mind showing his face. But how would they take him out of his game for long enough to film a scene? But they moved onward. They had to try anyway.

Chloe knocked on the door as soon as they got there. She was excited already. Sheiny thought, maybe Chloe is in love with him. It was not fair, she thought, Mendel is too loyal to that Cherish, who ever she is. And Chloe will get him as soon as he opens the door. Plus or minus a few hours of game. The door was opened. It was the boy's mom again.

"He is not home." she said "He went out some time this morning.". This morning? Sheiny thought. It was already an evening time. How would he survive so long without his games? "Actually I'm beginning to be worried" the mother continued "he doesn't answer his phone. And he had never went from the home for so long.". The girls started to fear. Maybe he was arrested? Maybe he was lost in the city? "Can I see something?" asked Sheiny "I may able to find him.". Woman let them in and Sheiny went to his computer.

It was still on. No password. It had three apps open. There was the game launcher that was downloading an update. There was the web browser. And there was Telegram. Good, Sheiny thought, at least something he uses is not fully proprietary. She looked at the Telegram. He was texting with a girl named Sarah. By the look, on her avatar, she was about their ages, nine maybe ten years old. The messages were about arranging a meeting of some kind, today in the morning. It was a red flag. Chloe pointed at the browser. Sheiny did notice it at first. But it was Google Maps. With an instruction to get to a specific point. "I think we found him." said Sheiny "And I don't like it at all.".

Sheiny opened a new incognito tab and typed "little girl" in the address bar. A Google search for that loaded up. Sheiny felt a bit of disgust. She thought that she would've proffered a better search engine. Perhaps DuckDuckGo or at least Searx. But not Google. Anyways. She had to test something. She clicked on the Images section and scrolled down a bit. There it is. Sarah. The same image that was used for the avatar. Somebody lured the poor boy to go to some place using an image he found online. Pretending to be a little girl. Perhaps it was a vigilante.

Police, she thought, would not be of use. They would put the vigilante in prison, but then, they would also put the boy in prison. And she didn't want it. A thought appeared in her mind. She grabbed Chloe and ran with her outside, while setting up a profile of Telegram on her phone. She found a picture of middle aged, slightly pervy looking man, on DuckDuckGo and used it as her avatar. And then she started a conversation with Sarah.

They were walking not toward the point on the map. They were walking toward Mr. Humbert's cinema. "What is on your mind?" asked Chloe. "We are going to save him." said Sheiny. They came to Mr. Humbert's and asked him for the revolvers. "I don't have any." he said "The ones I gave you, were the only ones I have.". Mr. Humbert didn't have firearms anymore. But he could give them knives. Not some kitchen knives. Good, military knives. He had a few laying around just in case. Sheiny didn't know where to get firearms. And there was no time. If they don't act quickly, the boy would be dead. For Chloe it was a bit more personal then for Sheiny. Sheiny wanted to save the flow of money. Maybe slightly, she wanted to save the boy. But not really. Chloe wanted to save the boy. It was evident that she was in love with this imbecile.

"Can you come? I'm wet." was a message that Sheiny received from Sarah. It was scary. They had only knives. And there was possibility that the vigilante is actually police and not some guys that have nothing else to do. It also could be that these guys were armed. And how many of them were was not answerable. But they went anyway. The message that followed shown a different address then the one they saw earlier. It was another red flag. It was immensely dangerous.

They arrived to the place. It was a gas station. Perhaps the vigilante planned to put the person into a car and drive to the place where they would torture that person. Good thing, the vigilante would not expect a couple of little girls to appear. So they could observe it more freely. There were a couple of people on the gas station. It was not sure which one of them is the vigilante. 

Sheiny took her phone out. Both girls got prepared. She was about to hit "Call". And they needed to spot where would the call be heard from. They looked around. Sheiny knew that as soon as they find the person, they have to make him scared of them. She was about to hit "Call". "No, it's too dangerous" said Sheiny in an undertone. Chloe didn't want to leave the boy in the danger. So she pressed the "Call" button instead of Sheiny.

One man took a phone out of his pocket. It was him unmistakably. They ran towards him. Sheiny pressed her knife against his groin. "Sarah, I gonna cut your balls if you do not show us where Ivan is!" she said quietly enough, so the man would hear, but not the rest of people. He tried to get rig of her. Thinking that it would be easy. He had a grin on his face. Like if he was an unstoppable force against the two weak little girls. Suddenly his grin disappeared. Chloe just penetrated his waist with her knife. It was painful. The knife was military. It had many little teeth and patterns to make the insertion the most painful thing ever. "Alright alright..." he cried to them. He opened his car, holding his waist and they drove. Blood was still pouring.

As he drove, both girl held their knives near the man. Sheiny was still pressing it against his groin. Chloe caressing his neck with it. "I need a bandage." he cried to them. "You don't deserve one!" answered Chloe, pressing the knife even closer to his neck. She even scraped it a little bit. A small red hole appeared on the neck's surface. "I don't understand!" he cried "Why are you saving him? He is a pedophile!". This made Chloe very angry. She pressed her knife even harder at his neck and said "I love him as he is.". Sheiny gestured to calm Chloe down. If Chloe would press a bit stronger, the man would die. "Are there any other people, beside Ivan?" asked Sheiny while pressing the knife stronger against his groin. "No, it's just me." he answered.

They arrived. It was the industrial zone. Small abandoned factories still stood where they are. This building was a little farther away from the rest. It was far into the abandoned zone. There was not a single working factory near by. "Is he there?" asked Chloe. "Yes, right there." he said. Chloe thought that he is no use for them. So she pressed the knife so hard it penetrated his throat. The blood poured out in all directions. Especially making Sheiny dirty in it. "What the fuck!" screamed Sheiny. Chloe was enjoying it. She had now also killed a man. "This fucker deserved it" Chloe said, looking all pleased. Nearly getting an orgasm from an act of murder. 

They went out of the car. Both stained in blood all over. They entered the abandoned factory building and started looking for Ivan. There he was. Absolutely naked, beaten up. Tight with chains to a metal chair. Sitting and bleeding. That man, who is now rotting in the car, tortured Ivan quite a bit. Ivan heard the steps of the girl. He looked up and saw them. Two bloody figures with knifes. Ivan started screaming from the top of his lungs "Noo!! Help...!!! PLEASE!!!" as the girl were walking towards him. Chloe looked at him with a very sad face. She dropped the knife and hugged his bare body. "I killed that fucker. Don't worry." she told him. Ivan took time to realize what had happened. And later he calmed down.

Sheiny thought that Chloe was an imbecile as well. How the hell would they return home? They have the car, but neither of them can drive. Ivan has no clothes. And all of them are dirty in blood. On the other hand, thought Sheiny, that Chloe was a genius. Who knows what kind of thing would the vigilante do when they arrived. Maybe all of them would be already murdered. Not just Ivan. 

Walking from one abandoned factory to the next, they finally found a working water supply. It was a pipe that could be turned on and off with a valve. The water was relatively clean. So they could wash off most of the blood. They took the clothes of the vigilante man and dressed Ivan in those clothes. It was not fitting, but they could get home like this. They body of the man was taken out of the car and hidden under the rubble to rot away. 

Ivan didn't have a driver's license. He was playing the same game almost non stop for a few years. He was not interested in moving about the city and he had no money to purchase a car anyways. All three of them had the same exact level of driving skills. Ivan, though, was the obvious choice for the driver. He was big enough to look normal while he was driving. Before going to the city, Ivan practiced a bit in the abandoned area. He was terrible. But after an hour or so, he felt more confident. It was already a night time when they decided to drive into the city.

Sheiny thought to use the situation to educate him about Free Software somehow, but she knew that he would not take her seriously. He was using Telegram, a Free program, to get into this trouble. It would not work. "I understand you now..." he said "You are careful and I'm not. Would I see the car, I would just drive off and not think twice. You made me practice to look natural. If I was in the same situation I would not wash the clothes. I would just go as is and will be caught." Sheiny listened to it and couldn't believe herself. The imbecile stopped being an imbecile. For a moment, she thought, she was thankful for the vigilante. It was like a revelation. Something bad could happen if you are not careful. "Do you understand that in your position..." Sheiny told him "... you cannot trust nobody.". "I do understand it now." he said.

When they came into his home, bringing him back, telling his mother what had happened, he looked at his computer from a far. Almost afraid to get near it. He was a new man. Not the imbecile boy addicted with the game anymore. A free man. He asked Sheiny and Chloe to help him with software. It was yet another act of violence that brought all of them joy. Deleting windows. Removing the games. Starting new, free life. Even his mom gained a bit of helpful paranoia from that story. 

The next evening he appeared in the shed. He was shaven from belt down. He was no longer going to show his face on camera. Wounds were still there on his body. But he wore them proudly. Sheiny thought that it's not good to get any of the wounds in frame. So they avoided it. It was weird. Sheiny directed an actual act of love. Chloe and Ivan were the actors this time. Sheiny joined a few times. But it was sad to her. It was not Mendel. 

The sales grew up very quickly. It was something that the customers were waiting for. So while the stream of income continued in a good pace, Sheiny could try and think about the movie script again. It was supposed to be a movie about their experience. But something film-able. Something that would be legal to show to the broad audience. So she started writing.
