Rule one: I only take volunteers.

This is probably the most important rule.

I can’t coerce someone into doing it, either. Well, I could, but… I don’t think I could live with myself afterwards.

My power doesn’t allow me to kill, I have to do that on my own. So I’ve learned the best ways to do it. The most painless.

Guns can cause to much collateral damage, so I primarily use knives.

I think it’s better, that way. More personal. Makes it harder to view a life as worthless if you can look someone in the eyes as they die.

Rule two: Only use in disasters.

I could cure thousands of people of illnesses of all kinds. But if I do, medical knowledge will never progress. As much as it hurts, no matter how many sob stories I hear, I can’t do it. It with only cause more problems in the long run.

That’s why I never want my identity revealed. Not because of the killing. Killing isn’t easy. Not for me.

But the constant begging to save people when I know that it will only doom others in the long run.

I want to help. I do so badly.

And sometimes I do. Just for one or two people. Only for those that have no connection to me. Those that haven’t asked. Just to soothe my splintered soul.

And on I continue.

Another day, another crack added to the spreading litchenburg pattern across my heart.

Edit: typos