The media called him "The Thanksgiver" for the tiny card he left by his victims, each containing a sincere apology as well as detailing why their death made someone's life a little easier and made the world a little better. He never killed for fun, only to help those who society was failing.
The abused spouse whose bruises were all the words hurled at him, the police never taking it seriously and never believing that her threats held any sway. She was The Thanksgiver's first kill, his prints deeply indented in her throat, her tongue clutched tightly in her hands while a card had been placed neatly on her chest.
The next one was a young man who hurled himself in front of slow-moving cars to sue them, often for more than their car was worth. He was found in the boot of his own car, his neck broken and torso blackened with bruises. The prints were the same, the card was the same and the list full of all the people who had suffered from this one person's actions.
His penultimate victim liked to throw acid at women who didn't smile at him when he gave them compliments from his car. Thirty eight had been scarred and two hospitalized. He was only identified when his photo was released after The Thanksgiver had paid him a visit and forced him to drink the very acid he had thrown.
He was a hero, he was a serial killer and he was never caught by the police. The media says he caught himself, that he made too many families grieve with all his good intentions and put himself down in the hopes that it would make their lives better as he had been trying to make the world better.
The abused spouse whose bruises were all the words hurled at him, the police never taking it seriously and never believing that her threats held any sway. She was The Thanksgiver's first kill, his prints deeply indented in her throat, her tongue clutched tightly in her hands while a card had been placed neatly on her chest.
The next one was a young man who hurled himself in front of slow-moving cars to sue them, often for more than their car was worth. He was found in the boot of his own car, his neck broken and torso blackened with bruises. The prints were the same, the card was the same and the list full of all the people who had suffered from this one person's actions.
His penultimate victim liked to throw acid at women who didn't smile at him when he gave them compliments from his car. Thirty eight had been scarred and two hospitalized. He was only identified when his photo was released after The Thanksgiver had paid him a visit and forced him to drink the very acid he had thrown.
He was a hero, he was a serial killer and he was never caught by the police. The media says he caught himself, that he made too many families grieve with all his good intentions and put himself down in the hopes that it would make their lives better as he had been trying to make the world better.
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