[ WP ] Write a story where the protagonist is rewarded for an evil act or punished for doing good .

Jayden watched the new neighbors move in. He cursed under his breath:'' Dammit Kevin.'' He had just lost his best buddy to the `` big City''. Kevin, who has lived in the house next to him for all his life, has been taken away from him, because Kevin's dad got a new job in Philadelphia. 
 
 And now this. The family taking over his friends house did not include a boy his age whom he could introduce to the secret neighborhood hideout or with whom he could watch the movies in his dads `` special'' folder on a Sunday afternoon ( he never understood what is so special about this folder, he has seen Mom naked multiple times ). No, it included a girl. And her cat. A fucking cat. Jayden was highly allergic to cats and has always been told to stay away from them at all costs. Which means that basically the devil, the one his Mom liked to talk about so much, is right now moving in next door. 
 
 The cat looked kind of miserably from what Jayden could tell, he has been avoiding C-A-T-S since he could think, so he did n't have a lot of experience with them. But this creature looked a bit sickly even so. He hated it with all his heart. 
 
 It came to a showdown three days later. The cat has hobbled onto the lawn in front of Jaydens house. He watched it from inside, brows furrowed and then realized, that neither his parents nor the people next door were home, since it was the middle of the day on a Wednesday. `` Its you and me, cat.'' He thought, gleefully. 
 Good preparation, when meeting your mortal enemy, is key. That was something he picked up while watching his dad playing World of Warcraft. He gathered string, glue, a towel ( `` Never forget your towel'', another thing his dad has taught him ), some Cheesy Puffs, a piece of paper and a pencil. 
 `` Here kitty, kitty!''. He did n't dare approach the thing without placating it with offerings of food first. He had the towel wrapped around his head to avoid contact with its devilish fumes as much as possible. The cat found the trail of Cheesy Puffs and approached slowly, eating each of them at the same speed a glacier might move at. 
 Jayden could see it up close now. It looked even worse, tufts of fur sticking out at weird angles, the eyes milky, the legs moving as if it took great effort. 
 
 Jayden never really thought about what evil looked like, but now, gazing into the eyes of his worst enemy, he shuddered with the depth of despair staring back at him. 
 Kitty had finished the last Cheesy Puff. `` Meow?''. Looking up at Jayden, it seemed to wonder if there is more. This was when he struck. He wrapped the string around its paws quick as lighting, ripped the towel of his head and choked the cat with it until it stopped struggling. He held the surprisingly light bundle in his hands until he was sure that the devil was a goner. 
 Then he slowly unwrapped the towel. The cat looked very non-threatening now, almost peaceful. 
 He used the string and the paper he brought to fashion a crude sign around the neck of the corpse. On it he wrote: `` Your cat is dead. It deserved it!''. 
 Unbeknownst to him he acted in a long traditions of bullies anywhere when he placed the dead cat with the sign in front of his neighbours door. 
 
 
 The evening of the same day finds Jayden and his family eating dinner as usual. They had casserole, again. Jaydens father was at his third glass of wine, so it must have been around 9:30, when the doorbell rang. Jayden froze. Ever since he looked into the devils eyes, he had doubts if he did the right thing. He remembered the way its fur felt, when he put the sign around its neck. He remembered the look in its eyes. He was not so sure any more if he had actually killed the devil, but he was very sure that the its family might be miffed. 
 At the door was, in fact, the mom and the girl from next door. The mom said: `` Can we speak to your son, please?''. `` What is this about? ``, Jaydens mom asked. `` Its about our cat, about Kenny. It's all good, we just want to talk to Jayden.'' With these words she nudged her daughter closer to the door. `` JAYDEN!! THESE PEOPLE WANT TO SEE YOU!! YOU BETTER BE HERE IN 3,2...'' Jayden sighted. When his mom started the countdown, it never meant anything pleasant was waiting at the end of it. He wheeled up to the front door:'' Yes? I am Jayden.'' The neighbor mom looked about ready to cry. And her daughter looked shocked. `` Did you kill Kenny, our cat today?'' Neighbor mom asked Jayden. He felt 3 pairs of eyes intensely watching him. He swallowed hard. `` Yes, I did''. That came out in a squeak and not in the booming voice he envisioned in his head. 
 `` Thank You!''. Neighbor mom embraced him. `` You ended a really bad struggle in our family with what you have done. And I am sure, if Kenny was still alive and could talk, he would thank you too.'' Jaydens mom was confused: `` So he did good?'' `` Yes, yes he did. We had Kenny for 16 years. He was adopted from a shelter at the time. Our daughter grew up with him.'' Neighbor mom side glanced at her daughter who had n't said a word since. `` But he was getting older and had a host of health problems, but parts of the family did n't felt ready to address that.'' More side glancing to the daughter who was still silently sulking. Then she looked fully into Jaydens eyes and said:'' I do n't know why you did it, but you did what we did n't had the courage to do. And you were right, Kenny deserved to die, in peace.''
