11:15 am

I can’t go into too many details about body disposal but let’s just say I used nature to recycle, ever the environmental crusader. Actually, it is the best form of countermeasure and the only sure way to make sure Bravo doesn’t surface anywhere on the planet again. I waited for the remorse, the guilt to come after Bravo, but it never has. I feel strength, focus, and power and I have to say it is an incredible feeling. I am sure that I did the world a favor by removing this particular asshole from it. I am sure a lot of you disagree on moral objections but we had that philosophical debate at the beginning and if you didn’t want to know about the darker side, why are you still reading. Some of you have questioned the validity of Bravo’s demise and believe it or not, every single thing I have shared with you is true. I told you at the beginning I would be upfront and honest with you and that is a promise that carries the same weight as my promise to you for breaking the rules. I would love to post photos or news clippings (if anyone even cares about Bravo disappearing from the face of the earth), but I have to maintain my anonymity for my work to continue. In 5 days, I will give you Bravo’s name. No state, city, or home address, it’s the best I can do and in time, you will be able to verify that someone with that name has been reported missing and the timeline will match. I am really not that worried because the body will never be discovered, my identity will never be discovered and if by some stroke of miracle it is, there is nothing to tie me to anything other than a blog that can be argued as a work of fiction. That’s my deal for you, take it or leave it.

8:45 pm

 

Luckily for me, not so much for him, Bravo drives a Jeep Wrangler which doesn’t have hood locks so I was able to loosen one of his battery cables. I parked my transport next to his vehicle and waited around the back of the parking lot behind his work to await my opportunity. Bravo parks all the way in the back of the lot to avoid other cars scratching his paint. I really appreciate the consideration because he made my job a lot easier. Bravo came out and got behind the wheel and went to start the Jeep and nothing. I looked around the parking lot and there was no one within critical distance so I walked up to my car, backpack over my shoulder like everyone else getting off work. “Hey man, do you need a jump, I have some cables in the back?” Bravo looked over at me and nodded yes, “Yeah, thanks, I appreciate it.” I pulled the cables out of the back of my car, leaving the tailgate open, and told him to go hook up to his battery. When he opened his hood and had his back to me, I hit him with the stun gun and he hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. I quickly pulled him into the back of the transport, threw the cables in and shut the tailgate. I closed the hood of the Jeep and we were out of the parking lot within 45 seconds and on our way to the ops center. It is close enough to the grab site that I didn’t need restraints for the short ride over, the stun gun would keep him down long enough.

 

Half an hour later I heard the chains rattling and walked into the guest suite to see Bravo is now fully awake. He is chained down to all four corners of the table, gag in place with wild eyes flying all over the room. I don’t want to hear a word out of him, what’s he going to say anyway, “I didn’t do it, I didn’t mean it, BS, BS, BS. When I walk in he stops thrashing and stares at me intently, his whole body shaking. I have installed a mirror on the ceiling so Bravo can see himself and what I am doing and what I am about to do. I walk over to my tools and start picking them up one at a time, closely studying them for effect. I have scalpels, bone saws, a torch, screwdrivers and other assorted hand tools, a piece of chainsaw chain (that one is just for effect because it looks scary as hell and you can imagine what they are thinking I am going to do with it). Bravo is watching me with horror filled eyes, and he starts grunting something unintelligible. I raise a single finger to my lips to get him to stop and he starts flailing about even more. I smile and walk over to him and backhand him across the face as hard as I can, all the while imagining him striking that girl in the same manner last night. God that felt awesome, the rage coming fully awake now, filling every crevice within me. I lean down to his ear and he stills with the proximity “that was for the girl last night, fucker”. Bravo’s eyes grow huge and he starts mumbling wildly, obviously trying to negotiate his way out of this dead end he pulled down. “You don’t even know why you are here, it has nothing to do with her, and everything to do with you. 2 days ago you were on the highway, driving under the speed limit in the left lane.” I can tell he is starting to remember by the look in his eyes, recognition taking root. “Instead of moving aside like a normal, courteous human being, you brake checked me and then had the audacity to flip me the bird.” I picked up his right hand and extended his middle finger out and then I grabbed the bone saw and cut it off. It wasn’t easy to hold his hand still but that just made the process more enjoyable. Bravo is now screaming through the gag with tears running down his face as I release his hand, blood flowing out the severed appendage. I hold the finger in front of his eyes and he stills. “You’re right, it feels really good flipping the bird” and I toss his severed finger over my shoulder for effect. Don’t roll your eyes at me, that one is on the rage. I grabbed the torch and burned the stump where his bird used to nest to stop the bleeding some, it won’t do for him to bleed out just yet. Not until he has some time to think and to know what is coming. I then turn and walk out the door and close it behind me. I can hear some muffled grunts from within as I head to my work station.

 

Serenity, peace, calmness comes pouring into my core as I sit back at the computer bank in the main room. For the first time in as long as I can remember, the rage is calm, I don’t feel it lurking right under my skin. I feel….good. I know that can’t be a good thing but that is the way I am, I didn’t choose to be like this, to feel like this. Since I was young, I always felt like I was in fast forward. I process information very quickly and my mind is constantly moving, thoughts flying around a thousand miles an hour. I’m pretty sure this is why it pisses me off so bad when people drive like they do. When people are talking to me, I am already 3 steps ahead in the conversation and I am silently urging the speaker to hurry up and get to the point. Now though, I feel like I am focused, like all those thoughts stay in the background like white noise and I can see a clear path through the haze. I found my purpose.

 

An hour later, I walked back into the guest suite, grabbed the scalpel, slit Bravo’s throat and then I watched him bleed out.

1:45 pm

I spent the day yesterday following Bravo to get an idea of his movements and build his dossier. I now have a work address, I have identified at least one girl that might be a love interest, and I installed a GPS tracker on his car. What, this is my game, my rules, deal with it. He lives in an apartment so some ad lib is called for. After he left for work today, Bravo had a visit from the cable company and I now have eyes and ears in his apartment. I really appreciate the cable guy offering me his uniform, even though he doesn’t know he did. Not a bad days work.

I have the ops center prepped for our first guest. There is an old walk in cooler which is perfect for my use as it is virtually soundproof. Inside is a stainless steel autopsy table with eye bolts installed in each of the 4 corners for restraints, a drain in the floor under the table and all of my tools are at the ready. Just add one asshole. As usual, I paid cash for my body transport vehicle and registered it in a fake name. It is mechanically sound and perfect for transporting for our purposes as it can easily accommodate a body while remaining inconspicuous. I can’t share much more than a basic description but it is almost go time. One more day of surveillance and Bravo will be my first guest at Chateau de Simon, I can barely contain my excitement, it is almost impossible to sleep now.

A quick check on my new video feed and I see that Bravo is entertaining a young lady this evening and not the same person I saw him with earlier today, interesting. From the look of it, Bravo is quite a player, too bad he’s going to be losing this particular game. Later that evening, Bravo and the lady got into a fight and he ended up smacking her across the face with the back of his hand. Oh he apologized, “I don’t know what happened, it will never happen again,” you got that right. If I had any moment of pause with how this was going to end, it has just been removed. Bravo will understand the meaning of consequences.

11:30 am

 

After stopping off to buy a cute little stuffed animal and a red rose, I headed over to Alpha’s house. Physical contact ups the risk in our game significantly, but I have planned for that as well. Wearing gloves is not really an option because it is warm out and it would look out of place. Have fun with trying to figure out where I am by that, three quarters of the country could be considered warm right now so see if you can find Simon. Anyway, I have fake fingerprints that glue right onto the end of my fingers and they look and feel like real skin so no prints. I can’t tell you all of my countermeasures because some will give away part of my physical appearance but suffice to say I will leave no trace evidence even if Alpha calls the police, which I am pretty sure she won’t after tonight. I parked up the street and walked silently around to the back of the house. I had scouted the neighborhood previously and none of the neighbors have dogs so I went around the back of the house and quickly picked the lock on the rear door. Once inside I deactivated the alarm code, which I was able get via the webcams that are supposed to be securing her house. She should have just sent me an engraved invitation.

 

I went into baby Alpha’s room and gently laid the stuffed animal in the crook of her tiny little arm and I brushed a wisp of hair off of her face. The stuffed animal has a nametag that says Simon. Baby Alpha didn’t even stir as I turned and went back out of her bedroom to the kitchen. I placed the red rose in the middle of the kitchen table on top of the printed still of Alpha doing naked yoga from the security camera footage with this note:  Dear “Alpha”, I told you there were consequences. You should consider yourself lucky that I didn’t orphan young “baby Alpha” tonight. I knew you wouldn’t remember what drew my attention in the first place, but you offended a stranger with your complete lack of driving skills and basic courtesy on the road the other day and you carelessly brought that unwanted attention to your own doorstep, to your daughter’s doorstep. Wake up, your actions have consequences and you have someone you are responsible for. See that we don’t meet again. Simon

 

I watched her webcams all morning until Alpha came out of her side of the house into the kitchen, dressed for her workday. As soon as she entered the kitchen, she came to a halt and her eyes grew three sizes. Slowly, she walks over to the rose and with shaking hand picks up the note and begins to read. Her free hand comes immediately to her mouth and tears fall down her cheeks. She slunk down into one of the chairs as she looked at the yoga photo and she lays her head on her arms over the table and I can see the sobs racking her body. Just then baby Alpha comes out of her room with the stuffed animal under her arms. I see Alpha lift her head to her daughter, wiping tears away from her eyes as baby Alpha holds out the stuffed animal, presumably asking where it came from. Alpha looks at it and then she sees the nametag and grabs up baby Alpha into a tight hug, tears flowing back down her cheeks. Consequences

 

Buoyed by my success with project Alpha, I turn my full attention to Bravo and I can feel the energy surging through my body from the anticipation.

3:30 pm

 

I just met Bravo. I told you I don’t go out looking for candidates, they volunteer. I was on the highway, remember rule #1? Sure enough, I am in the left lane approaching a late model 4 door sedan who is traveling at least 5 mph under the posted speed limit. I give the universal signal that he might want to move out of the lane by closing the gap between our two cars until I am right behind him. Bravo has 2 obvious choices, move the fuck over, as was requested in rule # 1, or become Bravo. Dumbass brake checked me and if that wasn’t signing his own death warrant, flew the bird at me. Wrong move! I can’t help the huge smile appearing on my face as the rage squeezes my adrenaline gland and that wonderful feeling of power comes surging through me, my hands shaking slightly. I back up slightly so I can pull the Canon out and get a shot of the license plate. Bravo finally pulled off an exit and came to a stop light at the bottom in the right lane. I pulled up next to him in the left lane and dropped the passenger window. As I expected, Bravo rolled his window down and starts barking out curses and threats at me. I simply raise the Canon and get some great shots for this guys obituary. I have a really nice one of the previously mentioned bird. He smokes his tires pulling out when the light turns green and continues down the road. I followed him for about 15 minutes until he pulled into the parking garage at an apartment complex. I smile to myself and continue to my base of ops to start a book on Bravo. I also want to see if Alpha has responded to the email.

 

Alpha wrote back:  “I haven’t done anything to you, leave me alone. I called the police and they are going to find you and put you in jail. Stay away from my daughter or you will regret it.” I smiled, if she wasn’t such an ass on the road, I might actually like her. Consequences. I told you I would not take the only parent away from baby Alpha, but I will teach Alpha about consequences. Tonight we make direct contact.

 

I ran Bravo’s license plate through the DMV data base and now have a name, address, email,and physical description. What, their firewall is shit. I am not sure how yet, but I know that at some point, that middle finger he was so proud of will end up in his ass. I have this incredible surge of energy flowing through me and feel like for the first time in a really long time that I have something to live for. I know that sounds morbid, but I feel like I actually have a purpose now and I can guarantee, no one will miss this dickhole.

I have a night op to get ready for.

10:30 pm

I received a reply on my email to Alpha: “Who are you and what do you want?” I think we should share what we want and I am going to make a very emphatic point so I loaded two of the three photos, baby Alpha at school and Alpha at lunch. I am holding the security system still for later use. I added the following text: “If you can tell me Why I am sending you these photos I will leave you and yours alone, but if you cannot, then you will experience the consequences to your actions.” Short and simple, but I am betting she has no clue whatsoever as to what brought this attention on. I also sent the email when she was at home so I can watch her reaction on the webcams. As I suspected, the first thing she did is call the police to prove my earlier point. A cop responded to her house and took a statement and then did exactly as I told you they would, nothing. What could they do, she has a vague description of me if she even makes the connection to me outside her house, which I am doubting she even remembers, and an email that they cannot trace to me. I think this email will actually route to the Prime Minister of England. I couldn’t help it, I found the IP address on the dark web and couldn’t resist using it. I doubt they will even try to find an IP address, they will wait to see if the threat escalates which, of course, it’s about to. Please don’t misinterpret my comments about law enforcement, I have all the respect in the world for those that offer their life to this profession, but they are restrained by their own system, I’m not.

Now I watch. She makes several calls, anxiously pacing around her house with her signature flailing of her arms about like she did in the car. She opens the door to her daughter’s room several times to check on her and make sure she is safe. She checks the doors and locks several times which is funny considering I could be in that house in less than a minute. She tosses and turns in bed and cannot sleep and she looks terrible the following morning from stress and lack of sleep. Consequences.

10:15 am

Hi there, sorry I didn’t post yesterday but trash day kept me up later than normal. Anyway, we are ready to engage Alpha. I uploaded one of the photos I took of Alpha on day 1 and emailed it to her with a subject line: Consequences and I signed it: Simon.

Of course the email is untraceable, I told you at the beginning I cannot be tracked electronically, ever hear of the dark web, TOR, anyway, they won’t be able to trace me and even if they could, they won’t do anything until a crime is committed. People think the police are there to protect them, but really, they are janitors that come along after the party to clean up the mess. They are not going to stop a crime before it happens because they don’t have those types of resources to track something like this blog to see if it’s real or not and even if they did they are not going to find me. If bodies start stacking up, and they will, then they will try to find me after the fact, not very reassuring should you find yourself in my sights is it. The problem, for them, is that I am not operating in one place, my targets are completely random, and there is no identifiable pattern to anything I do and I have no personal connection to any of our candidates other than their unfortunate luck to be driving like a moron in the same place on earth that I happen to be. Catch me if you can.

Today, I went by baby Alpha’s school and got some nice photos of her playing on the playground out front, I also tracked Alpha out to lunch with a friend of hers and got some photos as well. It’s important for Alpha to understand that she is not safe anywhere. I have some stills taken off of her security system that will really drive that point home, but all in good time. The longer this plays out, the more devastating it will be for her.

2:15 pm

We need a name for our candidates because there will be many and since I can’t use their real names, we will call our first lady Alpha for simplicity sake. We met her yesterday and found out she has at least one child. When I was doing my initial assessment, I saw a sign for a home security company on one of her front windows, they could have just given me a key for the front door. Most people buy these security systems for, well security. Couldn’t be farther from the truth. I can hack into any web based home security cameras on the market. I spent the evening studying Alpha and found out she has just the one child, and she is a single mother. She has a kick ass body and likes to do yoga naked. I didn’t realize that this project would have perks other than feeding the rage, but that was a nice surprise. Now before when I said I wasn’t a monster, I meant it. I won’t take the only parent this child has away from her, but Alpha needs to be taught about consequences and for the purpose of our project and to help perfect my style, this will be excellent training. We are going to get up close and personal in the most frightening way possible and for anyone with children, you know that means only one thing.

We have eyes on, now we need some more hard intel so we can really find the soft spots. I could just break in, but that is too much exposure when there is a much easier way to get the information we want, it’s trash day. I waited until about midnight and slowly drove by Alpha’s house to make sure no one was up and about. On my second trip by, I killed my headlights down the block and rolled up in front of the trash can at the road and I jumped out and grabbed the top 2 bags in the can and threw them onto the tarp I had laid out in the back seat and I was back in the car and down the block in less than 10 seconds. I drove back to my base of operations and got busy with some gloves and a nose plug. People don’t realize how much personal information they are throwing in the trash for anyone to find. In those 2 bags I found all I need, I have an email address for Alpha and her daughter’s name. That is all I need for our purposes, but I also found out how much money she owes on her credit cards, where she shops, where she goes out to eat, which gym she works out at, her employer, and the name and address of her daughter’s after school program. Do you want this information in the hands of strangers, buy a frigging shredder. Alpha just opened her entire life up to me and all she did was take out the trash.

12:00 pm

Couldn’t stay away could you? Still trying to figure out if my claims are true or if I am making all this up. Well, stay tuned. We left off yesterday discussing the why so let’s dive into the how today. This part is very easy, I have already been doing some test runs and I am developing my style with time and repetition. My chase vehicle is an innocuous car that looks like every other car on the road. Other than the tinted windows to allow my surveillance, the car doesn’t have any distinguishing features. I can blend into a residential neighborhood just as easily as a commercial district. I simply live my normal life, I am not out to “catch” anyone, I am more like courtesy enforcement, that sounds much nicer. In the course of my normal daily travels, I almost always come across a candidate that is willing to volunteer for our project.

The other day I was traveling a residential 30 mph zone and a lady pulled out right in front of me, cell phone held to her ear with one arm and then she proceeded to go between 15 and 20 mph. I should have qualified the rules by stating that the use of a cell phone during the breaking of one of the rules exponentially increases your chances of meeting me and that extra attention will also be generously doled out during the consequences phase. The rage woke immediately but our lucky lady had even more to offer us. We pulled up to a traffic light and when the light turned green, our candidate was too involved in her conversation, arms flailing wildly inside the car, that she didn’t see the light change. Word of warning, when I sound my horn, that is fair notice your ass is in my sights. I tapped my horn and this lady looks in her rearview mirror and shrugged, she actually shrugged. The only thing she could have done better would have been to fly me the bird, I have a special love of birds. Rage engaged!

She finally pulled forward and continued down the road still going below the speed limit. At this point, I am locked on so I continued to follow her through the neighborhood until she pulls up into the driveway of a brick ranch style house with a semi-circle driveway that you can pull up to the front door and then continue out the other side of the driveway. It was a modest home, a little older but reasonably well maintained. I pulled to the curb on the street and just watched this lady. She exited the car, still on the damn cell phone and didn’t even acknowledge the strange car parked on the street right in front of her house. Feeling bold now, the rage giving me strength and this incredible feeling of power, I quietly got out of my car and stood there leaning on my roof with my arms folded together just staring at her until she finally saw me standing there. She just stops and looks at me like a deer in the headlights and says “can I help you with something” with a pissy little attitude. Perfect, the rage loves snarky. I bent down into my car and pulled my Canon camera out and snapped a few shots of this lady. She doesn’t know what to do or how to react, she is just staring at me. I smiled at her and I said “you have no idea the danger you just put yourself in and invited to your home and you were too busy talking on your phone to even know it.” She starts stammering, firing questions at me and I smiled back at her and got back into my car and was making my notes of the interaction; address, vehicle, plate number so we can learn more about this death row inmate.

You may think that she might have written down my license plate number and can identify me. First, not my plate so worry not, and second, I didn’t do anything illegal, I made no direct threat and even if I had, law enforcement will not get involved unless you are threatened more than once by the same individual, that is a fact, I know from experience. I think this lady would have been a perfect candidate but I was not ready yet for the final step, and I think the lesson would have been lost because she was completely clueless that what she was doing was wrong. This inspired me to expand on my interactions with the candidates. No, I don’t merely want to kill them, I want to terrorize them so that everyone in their life feels their panic, their pain, their hopelessness. I want them to understand consequences! As I was mulling this over, the front door off the house opened up and a young girl of about 6 or 7 comes running out and hugs the woman. I just smiled as I was driving down her street and out of her neighborhood, leverage…

Welcome to the Rage! My blog is going to be a little bit different than what you may have expected. I am not going to teach, sell, motivate, or whatever most others do with their blog, no I am going to take you along on a ride with me because I am going to kill someone, or more accurately, several someones. Yes, you read that correctly, I am going to kill someone and I will be as descriptive and upfront with you as possible but for obvious reasons I can’t give you all of my personal information or much physical description. Plus, it adds to my mystique. For the sake of names, you can call me Simon because what Simon Sez goes, at least for those unfortunate enough to make my acquaintance. While I have no fear of law enforcement involvement, at least not at this point because no actual crime has been committed and even if one was, there is no way to trace my blog back to me, I have taken steps to ensure my anonymity. If one were to attempt tracking my IP address, you will have a lovely tour of some of the nicest places in northern Europe, South America, Russia, China, and even North Korea (you don’t want to know what I had to go through to get that server) have to offer.

While I am sure you have doubts about my willingness or ability to follow through on my intentions, I am sure the next logical question is why? That is the easy part, when is the last time you got in a vehicle and got out on the road? I have always had an underlying rage flowing through me since as long as I can remember, but once I strap into a car and witness the unbridled lack of courtesy, skill, and common sense, something inside of me shifts and I become another person. It’s like I am controlled by a very powerful force that is incredibly difficult to contain so I finally realized that I cannot hold this force at bay any longer and I can either let it out in a controlled, directed manner or I can strap on some guns and go all Columbine in the middle of rush hour. While the latter method certainly has its own appeal, I would prefer to perform a service to humanity instead and rid the world of some really unnecessary assholes. I can only give you basic information about myself to protect my identity but I can share that at one point in my life there were 4 billion people on this planet and now we are knocking on the door of eight billion people. With our advancements in medicine and lack of world conflict, our population is spiraling out of control and within the next 50 to 100 years we are all going to be fighting each other for basic survival items like water, food, and clean air. Why not get ahead of the curve and get rid of some of the human detritus floating around our roadways now and postpone that apocolypse a little longer. I really don’t care if you agree with me or not, that is my rationalization and I am sticking with it. I never really understood why people are so wrapped up in what everyone else thinks about them anyway, it is a huge waste of time and resources. Think about it, when you are reflecting on your day are you remembering what someone else did, looked like, how they dressed, or are you more concerned what you “think” other people thought about you.

The next question should be what criteria am I using to choose the first human virus I plan on making extinct. That one is easy, I don’t have many criteria other than showing the barest courtesy on the road and that brings us to rule number 1. This is really the building block of decent society:  stay the FUCK out of the left lane when someone approaches you from behind. I don’t give six shits that you are going the speed limit or just above, move the fuck over or die. It’s a pretty simple concept yet one that is fundamentally ignored on the highways. I understand if you are that guy that thinks the lane might be a little smoother or you are within your rights to drive in any lane you want or whatever excuse you have to be such a dick, you absolutely are within your rights and you are also putting your ass in the hat along with the other idiots to have a red hot poker shoved up it. I am still working out the how part, but trust that it will involve something a lot more creative than a simple bullet, I don’t even carry a gun….for obvious reasons such as the likelihood that I wouldn’t get 2 blocks without using it. The next rule is also very simplistic and yet probably violated more than rule #1. Very simply, Rule #2 is to drive the speed limit, or preferably just above. Failing to do so is a sure way to a short and horrifying rest of your life. I prefer 5 over but I am not unreasonable, drive the posted speed limit, that’s why they spent the money to make the signs so you know how fast to drive. If you are unable to perform and follow this most basic rule of driving, stay the fuck home! I don’t care if you are not in a hurry, everyone that is stacked up behind you has better places to be than following behind your dumb ass watching cars shoot by in every other lane. I need to take a minute, just thinking about this got my blood pressure going….

 

Ok, I’m better now. I have tried everything to control the rage, I work out like crazy, eat right, have tried yoga and meditation and yet the rage is always there, on a hair trigger. People are so oblivious and wrapped up in their own lives that they don’t even know that there are predators like me all around them and yet they drive like they own the world. My fondest hope is that my work will make people stop and reevaluate how they drive and become more aware of others. All I am asking for is some basic courtesy and the simple manners that should have been taught to you when you were younger. If you were not blessed with a strong role model, you should have at least picked up on the fact that your choices have consequences. That is a word that I don’t think people really appreciate and I am going to take great care to make sure that you all fully understand its meaning by the time our project ends. Everyone is so wrapped up in their own lives with social media, texting and virtual interactions that they don’t understand there are consequences to their actions, good or bad. I read about these kids that cyber bully others into committing suicide, consequences. I don’t think if these kids actually understood what the consequences are for their actions that they would do these things, at least I hope so. Did you think that writing something nasty about someone on a Facebook post would cause that person to end their life, for you to be arrested, your family shamed, all your family’s money spent on your defense, fighting among your family maybe causing your family to break apart, you going to jail, ass rape, it happens. Seems a little bit extreme for a few words doesn’t it. Consequences.

 

I am not a monster, not entirely anyway. I truly believe that the mission I am embarking on will serve humanity more than if I were to just kill myself and be done with the pain and struggle to try and contain the rage. I really don’t care if you or anyone agrees with me, as long as you drive like you should, we will likely never meet. Likely….