Anthony was a thirty year old man living alone in
. He had lived in Westlake,
Ohio his whole life and knew it
well. He didn’t know why, but he found
himself frequenting the area around the grade school that he went to, Westlake . It was a public school and he enjoyed sitting
in his car watching the kids play. Anthony
had spent most of his life going for girls that were years younger than he, and
he was ridiculed for it after he turned 18 and went for girls under the age of
15. He never really understood why
people found pedophilia so revolting. He
reasoned that if people often remark how cute little kids are, wouldn’t it be
natural to be attracted to them? After
watching The Woodsman he realized that he wasn’t alone in his
beliefs. For Kevin Bacon had put it
well, if a boy gets in the car with a man, he wants to get in the car, the man
isn’t forcing him. Anthony believed that
it certainly was not rape, but pedophiles are often ostracized more than
rapists. Burneson Middle School
After many visits to Burneson, he noticed that his attention always centered on one girl. He pulled up next to her and said, “Hi, little girl? What’s your name?”
The girl was surprised by this comment but she responded, “umm Stella”
“That’s a pretty name”
“Are you hungry?”
“Do you want to go get something to eat?”
“Wherever you want”
“I don’t care”
“How about Red Robin?”
“That’s too far”
“Not really, here hop in, I’ll give you a ride”
“umm I’m sorry, I don’t know you. I’m not going to get in the car with you.”
“Smart girl, alright tell you what, there’s a McDonalds near here, you want to just go there, I’ll pay for you.”
Stella shrugged her shoulders, “Okay.”
Anthony parked his car, and walked with Stella. He asked, “So how old are you?”
Anthony and Stella made small talk until they got to McDonalds where they talked some more. After they ate, Anthony left Stella to walk home by herself. He had her go by herself because he didn’t want her parents to see Stella walking up with a strange person. He told Stella not to tell her parents they ate together and just to say she went with some of her friends.
Anthony and Stella hung out frequently and Stella didn’t mind accepting rides from him anymore. She was tired of walking home from school, so a ride was nice. Both of Stella’s parents worked so nobody was home when Anthony would drop her off. On one Friday, Anthony said to Stella as he picked her up from school, “Hey, do you want to come over for a sleepover today?”
Stella said, “I don’t know if my mom would let me.”
“Well just tell your mom you’re sleeping over a friend’s house. Is there anyone that your mom knows the parents well enough that she won’t think to call to make sure?”
Stella did know of such a friend and decided to go for it. She liked spending time with Anthony, he was nice to her and he was very smart. When they got back to Anthony’s house they went inside. Anthony said, “Have you ever kissed a boy?”
Stella blushed and said, “No, I’ve always been kind of afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
“That I wouldn’t be any good at it.”
“Nah, nothing to worry about, you can practice with me if you’d like.”
“Alright, just for practice”
Anthony leaned over and kissed Stella on the lips slightly putting his tongue in her mouth. He pulled back and said, “How did that feel?”
Stella smiled and said, “Really good.”
Anthony then kissed her again and they began making out. Anthony then took off her shirt and unzipped her pants. Stella enjoyed the attention and let Anthony continue. She reasoned that since he was older, she shouldn’t say no to him. Anthony led Stella into his bedroom and lied her on her back on the bed. He removed her shoes and socks and slid her pants off so that Stella was just in her training bra and panties. He lied on top of her and wrapped her legs around him thrusting his body against hers. He took off her training bra and rubbed her chest. Stella said, “I know I don’t really have boobs yet.”
Anthony said, “No, don’t worry, they’re perfect, you’re beautiful and you’re doing great.”
Anthony eased off her and slid her panties off her body. He stood up and said, “Have you gotten your period yet?”
Stella was embarrassed and Anthony could tell so he continued, “it’s okay if you haven’t, I’m just wondering.”
This excited Anthony. He undressed himself and grabbed a bottle of Vaseline and rubbed it on her dry vagina. As he eased his lubricated fingers in, he went very slowly and kept asking Stella if she was okay. When he felt her vaginal walls were lubricated enough, he got on top of her and stuck his penis into her while wrapping her legs around him and rubbed them. He started to kiss her neck as Stella groaned in pain. Anthony continued and Stella cried for him to stop since it hurt. Anthony ignored her pleas and kept thrusting himself into her. Blood matriculated and dripped down Stella’s leg, and Stella started crying. Anthony then pulled out of her and sat down overlooking her. Stella sat up and hugged Anthony crying on his shoulder. She cried out, “I’m sorry, it just hurt too bad, don’t be mad at me.”
Anthony rubbed her back and said, “Baby, I’m not mad at you, don’t cry, it’ll be okay.”
Anthony convinced her to take a shower before going to bed. Anthony and her cuddled as they went to sleep.
The next day, Stella went home. Because she was scared, she didn’t lead on that anything was wrong with Anthony. After Anthony took her home, she immediately told her parents what happened. It wasn’t hard to find Anthony since Anthony arranged to see Stella again the next school day. The cops came and arrested Anthony.
Stella testified and gave her recap of what happened the night she spent with Anthony. When the trial had concluded, Anthony was found guilty and sentenced to 12 years in prison.
During his 12 years in prison, Anthony lost a lot of friends and his family didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. He went over his justifications over and over for what he did, but he couldn’t get over that those justification landed him in prison. When he was released, he found a place to live right across the street from a grade school. He knew what it looked like but Anthony no longer had any friends so he really didn’t care what people thought of him anymore. He decided that it wasn’t illegal to watch little kids play, so long as he didn’t get involved. Immediately after he got out of jail he started looking for a job. The problem was that a simple background check not only saw that he was a convicted felon but also a pedophile. He was listed on the child predator list, which is public information so anyone that wanted to know more about him, could easily do so. He knew that even if he got a job, he’d be harassed because people would think it weird how he kept to himself. Really, he had just lost complete faith in humanity given that none of his friends stuck around during his jail sentence. So he spent his day watching the little kids from across the street pondering what he was going to do with his life.
One day, he noticed a man parked out front the school at 1:00; two hours before school let out. Immediately he knew the person was suspicious because Anthony used to do the same thing. Day after day the man showed up never picking up a kid, so Anthony confirmed his assumption that he wasn’t a parent. Then one day, he watched him walk out of the car with a bag of candy showing it to a boy who had separated himself from the crowd. Anthony remembered him 12 years ago using the exact same strategy, go for the kids who are by themselves, they’re more vulnerable and they probably have low self esteem so would love some attention. Hemophilia grossed Anthony out more than pedophilia so he didn’t feel hypocritical for feeling disgusted with the man. The boy was denying his advancements but the guy continued. As Anthony lay there watching, he realized that the term, “sexual predator” isn’t too far from the truth. A predator often picks off the weakest member of a herd or an animal that has separated from the herd. This was exactly what this man was doing with the boy. Anthony found himself putting his shoes on and viewing the man from his car. As he sat in the car, he kept asking himself why he was doing what he was. It didn’t make sense to him why he didn’t sympathize with the man given Anthony’s history. He kept telling himself it was the hemophilia aspect, but that justification didn’t make him feel any better.
The man was still talking with the boy and then the boy got into the man’s car. Anthony’s eyes widened and he found himself starting the car and driving after the man with his new victim. Anthony tried to keep a car in between himself and the man’s car so as not to be too obvious he was following him. After a few minutes, the man parked his car in a driveway and exited the car with the boy. Anthony parked on the opposite side of the street. He felt he was being obvious but the man was too occupied with his victim to notice his surroundings. Anthony watched as the man entered the house thinking what he should do. After approximately five minutes, Anthony exited his car, and did the only thing that he could think to do, and that was to just ring the doorbell. Anthony had a knife clipped to the lining of his jeans. He never thought he’d use it, but kept it around for defensive purposes given the harassment he had received for being a sexual predator.
Meanwhile, inside the house, the man had sat the boy down at a kitchen table. The boy was content with eating his candy. The man started with simple small talk questions that he only used to make the boy more comfortable with him. By the time the small talk was over, the boy had finished his candy. The man led the boy to his bedroom and told him to take off his clothes. He claimed he wanted to see how strong the boy was. The boy started stripping and the man became more excited. As he was imagining the thing he was going to do to the boy, he jumped at the sound of a doorbell interrupting his thoughts. He immediately contemplated what to do. On one hand, he could simply pretend nobody was home, but the car was in the driveway. He thought maybe the person would think the household had more than one car. He then thought that perhaps someone saw him go inside. He had no idea who it could be, but it was a quiet neighborhood, and burglars don’t normally ring the doorbell. He decided to just answer it thinking it was some Girl Scout selling cookies or something. He opened the door only to feel a punch in the face. The assailant walked through the door and closed it behind him. Anthony shouted, “Where is he?”
There was no need for the man to answer the question because the boy walked out naked. Anthony said to the boy, “Put your clothes on, we’re leaving”
“How dare you try to take my kid away from me! The man said as he charged forward pinning Anthony to the wall.”
Anthony lifted his legs and kneed the man repeatedly in the solar plexus while holding the man’s upper body with his arms. He said to the boy, “Is this your father?”
The boy shook his head no, “Is he related to you in anyway?” Anthony continued.
“Do you know him at all? Is he a friend of the family?”
Anthony threw the man to the ground as the man grabbed his chest and resorted to the fetal position due to the shots suffered to the chest. Anthony told the boy to go to the car so he could take him home. As Anthony walked behind the boy toward to door, the man rose to his feet and charged at Anthony with a knife. Anthony heard him coming and turned around instinctively putting his left hand up to block the hand yielding a knife. With his right hand, Anthony pulled out his own knife and slit the man’s throat. The man dropped his knife gripping is throat and then fell to the ground. Anthony told the boy to wait in the car, the boy readily listened as he was scared from the blood. Anthony pulled a lighter out of his pocket and lit the man’s shirt on fire. He then ran to the blinds on the window, and lit the curtains on fire and then ran out of the house.
Anthony ran into the front yard to find the boy standing on the lawn. Anthony realized that the boy didn’t know which car was his, so Anthony quickly led him to his car and told him to get in. Anthony then drove toward the school to have the boy direct him to his house. Anthony got to the boy’s house and dropped him off, immediately the parents came running out of the house. They had been worried that their son had not come home from school. Anthony contemplated speeding off, but he figured that would make him look guilty so he got out of the car. The father of the boy confronted Anthony and said, “Who the hell are you?”
The only thing Anthony could think was to tell him the truth. “I live near the school sir, I had noticed a man hanging out there the last couple weeks never picking up a kid. Then today, he picked up your son, I followed him to his house and when I got inside, I questioned your son and he told me that he didn’t know the man.”
The father lowered his eyes and shook his head, there were too many thoughts coming into his head based on the information and he wasn’t sure how to respond. He looked up and said, “You stay here.”
Anthony nodded and didn’t move. He kept telling himself that he did a good deed so there was no harm in staying. The father told his wife to bring their son inside and ask him what happened. The mother did so. The father questioned Anthony thoroughly about what happened and Anthony revealed the event of the day excluding that he killed the man and set the house on fire. A little while later, the mother came out her face white in shock. He walked up to Anthony and said, “Thank you, do you want to come inside, have a drink or something? What can I do to repay you?”
The father looked at Anthony in a different way. The father then asked Anthony to come inside for a beer. Anthony accepted. It had been a long time since someone had looked at him favorably and thanked him for anything. He liked it and wanted to live in the moment. He went inside and accepted a beer. The father told the mother what Anthony had told him and asked if their son had relayed the same information. The mother looked at Anthony and said, “You left out the best part, you killed the son of the bitch.”
Anthony just nodded his head. “Why the hell didn’t you include that” the father asked.
Anthony said rather submissively and quietly, “I didn’t want you to think ill of me for being a killer.”
“A sick fuck tried to rape my kid, you think I’m going to give a rat’s ass that you kill him, fuck, I owe you a helluva lot more than a beer for that.”
“I appreciate your kindness sir.” Anthony said unable to withhold his smile.
“Listen, if this goes to court, we’ll help you out with the case, we know some very good lawyers, and we’re not going to leave you out to dry for this.”
“I burned the house.”
“I panicked when I saw him dead, I tried to cover it up, so I burned the house.”
“That’s fine, that’ll make it harder to draw finger prints and gather evidence.”
Anthony didn’t say anything. He spent the day with the family and was invited to dinner with them and then he went home. He had gotten their contact information in case he was arrested. For the first time since Anthony had gone to jail, he felt good about himself when he went to sleep.
Anthony decided that this is what he wanted to do with his life. He knew the pedophile mind because he was one himself. Time went on, and nobody came for an arrest. Anthony doubted it was due to a lack of evidence, he just figured cops don’t care about pedophiles. He looked at the registered sex offenders and found the man he had killed. This only confirmed his belief on the reasons he was never questioned about the murder.
Not too long after the incident, Anthony was in a park taking in the fresh air. A little girl sat next to him and he started talking to her. He found out her name was Amy. He felt the old feelings coming back but he was determined to control them. He did make a pass at Amy, but she turned him down. The odd thing about this rejection was the reaction the girl had to it. It wasn’t shock; it was fear, fear as if it’s happened before. Anthony immediately questioned her on if someone had ever touched her inappropriately. Amy was reluctant to let out the information, but Anthony finally got it out of her that her father sexually abuses her. The feelings of attraction toward Amy were replaced by anger for the father. How could a father do that to his own child? After more conversation, Amy trusted Anthony enough to walk her home. Anthony wanted to do this to find out where she lived.
The next day, Anthony drove to Amy’s house. He waited all day for Amy’s father to go somewhere alone. It was dark when it finally happened and Anthony followed him. It turned out Amy’s father went to the drug store to pick up some supplies. While he was inside, Anthony clogged the exhaust pipe on his car with various things he had found in his car ranging from clothing to food and drink wrappers. When Amy’s father came back to his car and started it, the car quickly filled with smoke and before he had the wherewithal to open the door or lower a window, he was rendered unconscious. Anthony had driven across the street so that he could make a more covert exit. He had the feeling that he did something right again.
It didn’t take long for the police to find out where the car was registered and who the dead person was. When they questioned Amy’s mother, she spoke of how relieved she was that he was out of the picture. What the police had discovered from her was that Amy’s father threatened Amy’s mother that if she ever told anybody how he treated Amy, he would kill her. Every day, Amy’s mother lived in fear of her husband and had to live with the knowledge of what he was doing to Amy. It killed her inside and she felt relieved that someone had killed him. Due to the family’s reaction, and what the police found out about the man, they didn’t devote too much energy into determining who the murderer was.
Over the next few days, Anthony watched the school for anything abnormal. Before his killings, he felt disgusted with himself that he was watching the little girls in the school yard, now he felt a sense of purpose. He was protecting them from people like he used to be. He found an emotion to replace his sexual desire for little girls, and he enjoyed this. Throughout the rest of his life, Anthony killed anyone he noticed trying to sexually abuse children. With every murder, he felt better about himself and felt closer to redemption and repaying his debt to society. His assumption that neither society nor the police would devote much energy to find the killer of a pedophile was never proven false. It wasn’t long until Anthony had killed a man who tried to sexually abuse a little girl. After that kill, there was no more justification besides him trying to redeem himself; for he had killed someone exactly like him. After that, there was no turning back for him; the predator had found a different prey.