There was some sort of ruckus going on in the corner of the room. One of the huskier boys was punching a smaller student. I was about to yell a stern warning, while wending my way to the young warriors, when I heard what sounded like a backfire. The bigger boy’s head exploded in a puff of red smoke and he crumpled to the floor. There was another explosion, and the second boy screamed. A hole appeared in his chest, knocking him to the floor. Blood flowed from him like the Jordan. So fast. So fast. I knew some crazy had gotten into our classroom and was shooting children. All the kids were screaming or climbing under their tables.
Another shot rang out and a little girl in pigtails was pushed forward by the hole that appeared in the back of her yellow jersey. I turned around, dumb enough not to dive for cover myself, and finally spotted him. It wasn’t some crazed adult or teen high on drugs. Six-year-old Manny Arce, Junior, stood on a tabletop, his arm extended, a gun held in his hand, his eyes searching, apparently, for his next victim.
I was the only one not hiding under a table, not that I could fit. Even more so, I knew it was my job to disarm the situation.
I moved toward him, speaking slowly, my hands out to him, a beatific smile on my face, but tears running down because of the hurt children laying all around me. I wanted to ask him why. Manny, your father is a policeman, why would you want to do this horrible thing to your classmates? That’s when he fired the gun again. I never heard the shot, but my chest seemed to explode, all the air went out of me, there was a burning sensation, like I was one of the apostles being branded with a hot iron, and I was thrown onto my belly. I realized I’d been shot. -- excerpt from The Manny Agenda
Aubrey Carlisle is a First Grade teacher.
She’s also a masked, 6’2”, leather-wearing, motorcycle-riding, vengeance-driven killer of pedophiles. She finds them before the cops do. Then she calls and has them clean up after her. All of Miami thinks Aubrey is a man. That’s why the papers have mislabeled her Mr. Vengeance.
Good Lord, the things Aubrey gets involved in. I’m her fellow teacher and, I believe, her best friend. That is why, God willing, I am always there for her. Now, if only I could get a good man for her. What am I saying? How about a good, God-fearing man for me!
Pedophilia is more than pleasure to me. It’s also profit. I head up The League, the world’s largest pedophilia internet site. But I still take the time to enjoy young boys, just like my father taught me. I only set free one kid in my entire life, and that was eight years ago. Smartass took a bite out of my finger. But I gave him a weekend I bet he’s never forgotten.
My real name is Neil Burrows and my one bit of celebrity was being abducted eight years ago. I won’t tell you what they did to me, but I can tell you my life has never been the same. I’ve spent these last eight years using my computer expertise to hunt down pedophiles. The cruelest one I call Cigarette Breath. because that’s what my then eight year old brain thought of every time he did things to me. I recruited Aubrey to work with me. I never leave my parents’ home. I just sit in my room, work the computers and feed Aubrey info. I am her Source.
Name’s Braver. Miami-Dade Detective Sergeant Tim Braver. Vengeance calls me to clean up after him. Just me. I don’t know why. The other detectives are starting to wonder. Yeah, I think it’s great that Vengeance is saving these kids. But the general consensus here is that Vengeance is no less a murderer than the pedophiles he kills. He should be in jail. Maybe death row. I’m not sure I agree. There would be a lot more dead kids without Vengeance.