Becoming a Serial Killer or Hero ?

Date: 10/17/2019

I was walking along the streets towards my house and it was getting a bit late on a Friday evening. My husband was out with his friends and I was going to enjoy a night alone in my house. As I was walking I was approached by awful seemingly drunk young men trying to hit on me in the most obnoxious kind of way. As I kept walking and came to an intersection there were others waiting for the light to walk across. A guy was there that had seen the young men trying to hit on me. We struck up a conversation and his view was that a woman shouldn't be walking alone by herself anyway. I told him I have as much right to as he does and the young men were the ones in the wrong and not me. He then tried to call my views the typical 'millennial' answer, even though I am not a millennial only I look younger than I really am. He was not worth the explanation and I carried on with my walk. My husband called me and said he was done and wanted to come home, asked where I was and that he would pick me up on his way home. I get in the car with my husband and we head to our little house. I tell him about the young men, the guy at the crosswalk and he was so annoyed with it all as he shares my same views. He knows I can handle myself yet he still dislikes hearing he was not there with me in the moment. When we get home we notice the door was ajar. We have a dog and thought maybe we didn't shut it all the way and the dog opened it further.. Still we carefully enter. That's when we hear a male voice and deep moaning of another. Then we hear footsteps to the living room and a plop on the couch. We both grab kitchen knives and as we approach the stranger from behind we see a rather large man, muscular, tall, with dark hair. We creep up behind him and both stab him in the neck on either side. The man attempts to struggle some sort of life in him but his attempt is fleeting as he starts to gasp and then die. We go to the bathroom and their is another man in the tub and is dead. We close the curtain. We decide to take the man that we have just killed and bury him in a wooded area by our house. As we make our way back to the house we see a man attacking someone in an attempt to rob him, we run over to help! As we are able to detain the man the victim rises up and takes off running in a panic. We have the man and he is struggling and cursing that he will kill us. That is when with one look at my husband we decided to take his life bashing in his head with nearby rocks. Then we bury him in the back as well. It was an odd feeling of no regrets, no remorse from either of us. We felt as though they both deserved it and the first man was obviously a killer and both were bad people. Back at the house.. The other body we left in the bathroom unsure what to do as that person was most likely an innocent victim. Later on two friends come over, we are both showered and appearing normal. These two friends are less fortunate loner types but we have all been knowing each other a long time and we always help them out with a place to stay from time to time. It wasn't uncommon for them to show up so late. One was downstairs in the basement playing video games and the other goes to the bathroom. SHIT we forgot we still have that body in the tub. As long as he doesn't open the shower curtain he will not see. My husband and I both grab our knives and stand on either side the door waiting for what could be a disaster. And of course he opens the curtain, sees the dead body, freaks out and storms out of the bathroom. We are ready and we both pierce him but not enough to kill him. He is stunned and goes immediately to the floor. At this point the other friend comes up the stairs to the commotion and sees what is happening. I dart to the front door and lock it. We now have them both on the couch in the living room and I am tending to our friends minor wounds. We explain to them what happened. That he could have killed us too. They agreed... but didn't understand why we killed the second guy but they did agree he was bad as well but maybe didn't deserve to die. We try to convince them of our reasoning. We cannot let them go because if they tell then we will go to jail. So we explain to them that this should not be considered a kidnapping. But now they have a house, free room and board, they never have to work, we will provide food and all that. We tell them that we want to clean up the streets of all the bad! That we can all be a team to help get rid of the bad people in the city. They asked if they could come and go as they please and we said no. They said if they don't see or speak to their parents every so often then they will begin to worry. We know this is true... so what do we do... They then ask if we are going to go out hunting for bad people. We said no but if we see it we will no longer stand and watch and walk away, we will take them down. I try to explain to them that this is how all super heroes are born and they are like the sidekicks! This is not a bad thing. We are doing what Batman would do but he is not real so this is how heroes look in reality. We wouldn't call Batman a serial killer we call him a hero. It is all about who you are killing. Kill the bad and you are good. They were becoming slightly convinced. Asked what we will do with the body in the bathroom. We said that we want the family to know he has passed so that they don't search for ever for this missing person. We decide to strip him naked remove anything from the body that may come back to our home and throw him in the river where his body will be surfaced. Since they did not like the idea of never being able to leave I decided that we will take them out in pairs. I would stay home with one and my husband would be with the other and vice versa. My husband was a little concerned to leave me alone with one of the friends and thought I only came up with the pairing idea to be alone with our friend as we had a 'thing' years before we got married. He was right to be concerned and it was likely that when alone we would take advantage of that situation. As our attraction of each other had never really gone away. I explain to my husband that it will most likely happen but I will try to refrain if it bothered him that much. He said he didn't care and he became more focused on getting rid of the bad people. Our friends still couldn't be trusted at this point in the house alone. And when visiting their parents we would all go together like the friends we are. Then came to the thought of what about when we need to help a victim and the friend we are paired with that day doesn't want to help and that causes my husband or I to be killed because they are not willing to fight with us. Also they did not kill anyone so they can get away call the cops and blame us. So we decided to dig up the body cut off some parts like hand, arm, etc. And we would bury them in their yard, to pin them in on it as well and if turned in we would all go down. Now they are a bit forcibly convinced... And my husband feels my bond with the other friend will make him want to fight with us more. Time goes on and nothing crosses our paths to fight for the innocent. Our bonds strengthen with the friends and this family of 4 becomes our new norm. My husband starts to feel antsy and we feel like we need to patrol the areas! Then while my husband is out with his sidekick friend they encounter a criminal terrorizing someone as they approach him I wake up.