Today is the day I stop being the candy killer. Maybe that is wrong. I will always be remembered as the candy killer. Named after my signature. But today is the last day I will be alive as the candy killer. They are going to kill me today. I received the death penalty in court so I will be killed. They chose to kill me via lethal injection. It is the only way allowed in this state after all. The court decided that I would not continue my life. That I don't deserve to live. They don't care about what I have done to them. They don't care that I protected their children. It is not my fault they are so easy to kill. They die with a single candy cane stuck into their throat.

The way I was caught was unexpected. The police had figured out that the candy I used all came from the same store. I did not even realize that a candy could have a signature. They used that knowledge to stake out the store where it all came from. Checking for repeat customers. I was on their radar not as a customer, but as an employee. I always came out of work with a small bag of candy. A perk of the job.  A perk that led to me being caught. They realized that I fit the description of the killer. Based off of some grainy black-and-white security camera video. And proceed to do a background check. They realized that I was the killer. The candy killer.

After I was caught I was sent to the court system for sentencing. Nobody there liked me. Not even the ones who were assigned to defend me. They did not even bring up the reasons that I did it. They just kept on claiming some nonsense that I could not understand. Because of that, I was given the death penalty. The worst sentence they could have possibly given. After that, they escorted me to prison. The last place I will see before I die.

Once I was at the prison, I was offered a spiritual adviser. I declined. No one is more corrupt than a priest. I thought that they were innocent at one point. But I soon found out that they were not. It's impossible to keep innocence after adulthood. You need to die before then to die innocent. I was doing these people a service. Being immortally innocent in everyone's mind. Everyone should hope for that. The one thing that was taken away from me.

They are now taking me to the cell where I will die. I will regale them with a tale. The one they never connected to me. My MO is pretty unique. Candy and Serial killers don't always go hand in hand. Yet they thought this one was someone else. And they dared to take credit for it. For my duty. For the blessing I bestowed. I Will tell the tale. The whole tale. Down to the smallest and most important details. I will tell the tail so they will know. They will know that I was the one who killed Stella. The small-town golden girl.

They got me in a chair and locked me in. They started to put needles in me that were attached to tubing. The tubing must lead behind the glass I saw earlier. But at this point, I am strapped to the chair and cannot turn around to look. If I cannot look I will talk. I will tell my story. I get to retell the greatest blessing that I gave to the earth. That I gave to humanity. To protect the innocence of children. 

It was a warm summer day. I was walking by the park when I saw her, Stella. She looked like an angel playing in the woods. She wielded a stick like she was the protector of heaven. Her golden locks highlighted her sky-blue eyes. It was a magical moment. To see a blessing on the earth. I knew immediately that I had to protect it. Protect it for eternity.

I sat there, waiting for my opportunity. I must be patient. It was part of my job. Before you prevented me from fulfilling my duty. Finally, I saw her wave goodbye to her friends. She is an angel to even people beneath her. I slowly walked up behind her and grabbed her. I choked her with the only thing I had. My car's jumper cables. I held it until she stopped moving. I then dragged her into my car.

I drove and drove. Looking for the perfect place to put her. She was an unplanned attack. I did not have the resources I usually had with me. So I had to stop by the convenience store. A nice older lady was behind the counter. Perhaps the elderly can regain their innocence with memory loss. But their bodies will forever show the taint. I still held a cortical expression. No one needed to know what I was doing. I am the protector that no one knows. 

I bought a packet of extra large marshmallows and a rainbow lollipop. I would have preferred something more sophisticated. But this would have to do. I go into my car to see the sleeping Stella. I slowly stuff the marshmallows into her mouth. With each one I imagine her saying something goofy and giggling with her friends. I stuffed and stuffed until I could no longer. She looked puffy like a bunny. An innocent bunny.

I spent the rest of the day driving around town. Trying to find the perfect place to lay her to rest. I was going so fast that I was pulled over. The officer was kind enough to let me go with a warning. I didn't even have to bribe him. So much for the law.

I finally found a good place. It was not perfect, But it was the best I could do in this scenario. I did not want to be pulled over again after all. I dragged her body up the hill. It was a small hill yet I could feel her weight. Several marshmallows were falling out of her mouth. I was worried she was going to wake up so I used the bottom of the lollipop to stab her throat. I took her body and laid it against a tree, making sure that she was facing away from the road. I then used the last of the marshmallows to stuff her mouth. I was tempted to take a photo of the sight. But then I changed my mind. She needs not to be immortalized on my phone. I am the most tainted of all. I will protect innocence. Not harm it.

I opened my eyes expecting to see eyes of disgust. That is how people usually react when they hear what I say. I have spent enough time in prison telling my stories to know that. But I did not see eyes of disgust. I did not see anything. My mind was starting to go blank. So this is how it ends. This is how they treat a protector. I took the taint onto myself to save others and this is how I am treated. No wonder adults are tainted. They are all tainted. They all deserve the same demise that they have given me. I will never forgive them. Even in death, I will haunt them. I will protect the innocent.