I am Vengeance, a law and order: svu fanfic

I am Vengeance

By Xenomorph666

Disclaimer: I own none of the Law and Order: SVU characters or copyrights. I do own Maddock O'Donnelly/Wraith and all corresponding copyrights.

Summary: As the Assassin thinks of the recent problems caused by people in trouble, the roof he's pacing on gives way.

I am Vengeance

I pace.

The roof I'm on has become a pacing ground for me since late this afternoon. I can't figure out why I would let my mark go for a woman who was being attacked. I'd seen violence and such before I died. I had killed such men when I could afford the opportunity. I'd even made a game out of it with Detective Stabler. Now… now I can't even draw my eyes from an abused child when I see them. How do I even know they're being abused?

I stop and breath, I've got to pull my act together. I can't be going crazy when I fucked up a mafia hit. They'll send some goons to get me or my family. My family. Ah, my family. Dead. They didn't matter anymore. My foolish nature in life had brought their end as it had brought about my end.

For a second I flashed back tot hat evening when Stabler cornered me on a rooftop. I had been killing rapists as a game; one of my shots had ricocheted off a steel pipe and nearly ripped his partner's arm off. I haven't liked guns since. She was an innocent and my bad aim put her in the hospital. He shot me when he cornered me, of course I did throw a dagger at him. I woke up in a crypt, which was kind of odd because my family didn't have a crypt.

I pace.

What was driving me to help these fools? Why did I need to stop their assailants? Wait the cop wasn't trying to hurt the girl. Still he killed her because he was to stupid to hold his fire. He killed her, simple as that.

Then what drove me to do this? What drove me to kill outside of contracts? What was I? Why was I so different?

I did die.

Did that matter?

Was I now some sort of vigilante spirit in an empty shell?

I pace.

A crack.

I fall through the roof.

I shake myself off, dust flies from my hair as I pull my hood over my head once again. I look around to find to little girls tied to their beds. They look tired and worn out. They smell of blood and other bodily fluids. Their chests do not rise. I clench my fist as the door swings open. A 250 pound man stands there in boxers and wife beater. We lock eyes. He panics. He tries to run. I pull him back into the room and slam the door.

"Don't kill me." He pleads. "I seen you on the news you the one that killed that cop."

I say nothing, I only glare at him.

"Please don't kill me."

I look down at the dead girls. Twins. Angelic. Serene. At peace.

"Please…" He starts to sob.

I don't even look at him as I pull my dagger from its sheath. I turn his head to the girls.

"Look at them." I hiss. It's a voice I don't recognize. I like this voice. It knows what its purpose is. I drag the blade across his throat. His nights are over, but mine are just beginning.

I come to my senses, partially at least, about a half hour later. I'm on the roof of another apartment building. The rapists head is in my hands. I look across the way and blink for a few seconds as I watch detective Stabler lay across his bed. Why am I here?

I look down at the head.

I look at the window.

I understand.

Two seconds later the head crashes through Stabler's bedroom window. He jerks up ward and reaches into his dresser for his lock box gun. He makes his way to the window and scans the ground below his apartment. Fear is spread across his face.

"I AM VENGEANCE!" My voice cranks his head from its downward angle. Thunder cracks and rains falls like an unholy announcement. "I AM THE WRAITH!" I turn and run.

The game is over.

The game I lost.

This is my punishment.

Heaven won't take me.

Hell laughs in my face.

The game is over.