Becky’s heart pounded heavily in her chest as she watched the neat suburban house across the street from her car.  Was it from fear or excitement, she wondered.  For ten years she had thought about and planned for this moment; it had taken her that long to find him.  He had moved around so much, hiding the monster within behind a mask of normality.  Only Becky it seemed knew him for what he truly was, human filth. 

He lay beyond the so-called justice system of the courts.  The woman he had so brutally raped, Becky’s mother, had chosen to end her own life rather than live with what he had done to her.  Then Becky’s sister, her twin, had made the same choice; unable to live with the knowledge of what they were, products of incest.  For those sins alone Becky had felt that her father, her uncle, the sperm donor whose lusts had given her life, should die as a fitting punishment.  Yet that had not been the trigger for her actions today.

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Becky had tried to live a normal life, tried to overcome the feelings of guilt over sins that were not her burden to carry.  It had not been easy.  She had married, he was probably a good man, yet she had always found it difficult to fully trust him or fully commit to their marriage.  Her now ex-husband had been, for many years, surprisingly tolerant and understanding.  Until her son Tim's suicide.  A stupid class project tracing their family tree had been given to Tim's class; eventually the truth had come out.  Tim had been thirteen, he had not been able to cope, could not even begin to see past the sins of his beginnings.

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That had destroyed Becky’s marriage and formed the seed of her plan.  It was then she had begun looking for the man that fate had decreed would be her father.  Strangely she had given no thought in all these years to the consequences of her actions, she still did not care about the consequences.  This man, this monster, had caused three deaths and he would pay for them.  Beyond that Becky really did not care about what might happen to her; she had already lost everyone of value to her because of his actions.  She was only forty-five but she could no longer see any future for her, there was no point.

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Taking a deep breath Becky exited the car and carefully crossed the street.  She knew he was home, his near new car stood proudly in the driveway.  She also knew he was married but that knowledge did not cause her to falter in her intentions; her only hope was that it would be he who answered her knock and not his wife.  Becky was not prepared to deal with anyone but him.  Fortunately it was he who answered the door, his face changing subtly from one of gentle welcoming to one of the first flickering of fear.  Not fear of Becky, they had not seen each other in so long she doubted he would even recognize her, but fear of the gun she held steadily in her hand.

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When planning this Becky had imagined the speech she would give before she pulled the trigger and exacted the justice that had been denied.  At the sight of him, however, her prepared speech flew out of her mind.  Even in his sixties he still looked strong, healthy, almost as if he were still at the peak of his life.  He even looked handsome, was obviously successful; life had not punished his sins, now it was only Becky who could make him pay once and for all.  Not a trace of guilt, not a hint of remorse; perhaps he did not and never had even thought of those things that had haunted Becky’s entire existence.  Mere seconds passed as these thoughts flashed through her mind.  Without a word she pulled the trigger, again and again, emptying the gun until she was certain he was dead.  Calmly, ignoring the screams she could hear coming from within the house, Becky walked back to her car and drove away.  The police would almost certainly catch up with her but in the meantime she intended to put the flowers she had already purchased on her son’s grave.