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Revenge
Phase One: Broken
I remember the day it happened. The day my entire life was destroyed and I lose all the people I ever loved. It occurred nine years ago, I was in my room lying on my bed, sleeping peacefully when suddenly I heard the door to my bedroom open. For the past two weeks he had been coming into my room at night and touching me in places he shouldn’t. I bet your wondering who he is. Well I’ll tell you. He’s my uncle and it’s all his fault I’m alone.

Slow, almost quiet footsteps crept towards my bed. I could hear him breathing, his breathe smelling of sour beer and unbrushed teeth. I felt him pull the covers off my body but it didn’t wake me from my sleep. Suddenly I became aware of his rough hands touching my body just as he always had for the past few weeks. His hands went from my legs all the way up to my neck, which he kissed roughly, startling me awake. I slowly opened my eyes to see my uncle leaning over me on my bed, his eyes staring down at me. Seeing I was awake my uncle said to me in a soft fake caring tone as he gently caressed my cheek. ”It’s just me sweetie, relax.”

I could feel his hands running down my body as he spoke and I tensed up as he touched me. At first I thought he was just in here to check on me but I knew way better then that. Instantly, I knew I needed to get out of my room and away from him.  “Why are you doing this to me?” I said with a shutter of fear as I began to cry. I was only nine years old and I didn’t deserve what my uncle had been doing to me. My tears were like running water as they feel down my cheeks. My uncle as usual ignored my pleas to get him to stop and he continued kissing my neck, face and cheeks as if he didn’t hear my innocent cries.

His hands touched me in places that I didn’t like but there was nothing I could do to stop him. He was stronger then I was and my parents were asleep, leaving me at his mercy like a deer left for food to feed a starving lion.

All I could was lay there while he touched me all over and cry after he left, taking my innocence with him. Wrapping my sheet around my body I was about to lay back down to go back to bed until I heard the sounds of people arguing and then a gun go off with a loud “BANG!” I ran out of my room to see the dead, bloody bodies of my parents and my younger sister laying in the hallway in front of me and my uncle nowhere in sight but the door left open. I screamed for so long that my lungs stopped working and I blacked out due to exhaustion.

Phase Two
Old memories shocked me into consciousness, making me shoot up from my bed with sweat covering my body. Fear, sadness, and rage claimed me just it always had since the incident. The day of my family’s murder and my rape was still fresh in my mind even though it had happened so long ago. My uncle arguing with my parents while my younger sister clang to my parents, hearing the gun go off and then seeing the dead bodies of my parents and Helen laying there in front of me. All these things I remembered. I was now eighteen years-old, out on my own and with no family left. Grabbing the sword I’d received from the navy after I graduated from the academy a year before my eighteenth birthday, I placed it on my bed while I began plotting my revenge on my uncle as I walked into my bathroom.

First, I’d make sure he wouldn’t be in reach of any weapon that he could use against me, then I’d slowly torture him, making him feel all types of pain before finally finishing him by cutting his head off.  Pleased with my mental image of how I would get revenge on my uncle I smiled.

After taking a quick shower, I decided to head downtown to see if I could find any clues as to where my psychopath of an uncle could be hiding.

Dressed in a black trench coat, boots, a red Wicked t-shirt, and black capris with my ebony-colored hair pulled back into a long ponytail down my back. With my sword strapped to my back I hopped on my red, BMZ 36 motorcycle and headed towards the Booker T. Information center. After being given an address and telephone number from the receptionist, a blonde-haired, brown-eyed guy that needed to lay off the steroids I left the building and hopping on my bike, I drove to 5243 Errand Drive to begin my search. The house I drove up to was a plain gray and white house with faded windows that looked like they hadn’t been dusted for a while. Turning off my bike’s engine, I walked up the uneven steps to the house that my uncle supposedly lived at. I knocked on the door a few times, but sad to say there was no answer at the door. I walked around the back of the house to try and see if maybe he was sleeping or something.

Unfortunately, the bastard wasn’t home. Gritting my teeth in anger I kicked open the backdoor to my uncle’s house, letting it swing back and forth in my face before I walked into the house and dark thoughts ran through my minds as I looked around the house. Suddenly my cell rang, startling me. I looked at the caller ID, there was an unknown number but my crazy curiosity got the better of me and I answered the call.

“Hello?” I said in a flat voice, the few years in the navy had trained me to not show my emotions when faced with a uncomfortable situation.

“Hello Rachel. It’s been what nine years since we last saw each other. I’m sure you’re probably looking for me but you won’t find me at my house. I expected that you would come seeking revenge on me so I decided we’d play a little game of hide and seek.” The voice, muscular and too evil for me to ever forget. It was the voice of my uncle.

“You bastard. Where are you? Stop playing games with me and come get what’s coming to you.” I said, my voice filled with rage and disgust despite my control on my emotions.

I heard my uncle chuckle through the phone before his tone turned mocking and amused at enjoying my frustration. “Good luck Ra, I can’t wait to see you again.”

Then the line went dead.

Instead of throwing stuff around the house and losing my temper I took a deep breathe and headed out of the house and within ten minutes I was at the police station and allowing them to listen to the conversation between my uncle and I. After listening to the conversation for the third time they sadly shook their heads, telling me that there was nothing they could do since they had no way they could track him since he’d used a pay phone to call me.

I sighed, walked out of the police station frustrated and bloodthirsty. Suddenly my phone rang again. I grumbled, checked the Caller ID for any identification of who was calling me but once again there was no name to go with the unknown number. Automatically, I knew it was my uncle.

“What do you want you lowlife psycho?” I asked my uncle bitterly as I hopped on my motorcycle and started the engine.

“Take the highway all the way till you get an abandoned warehouse. Once you’re there, I’ll give me more instructions. See you then and let’s have fun with this Ra.” My uncle said coolly and then hung up.

Putting on my helmet and following my uncle’s instructions I headed towards the highway and from there to the old abandoned warehouse he was talking about. Hopping off my bike and taking my cell out of my pocket to see that I had a text from my uncle saying to come inside I grabbed my sword and prepared for what was going to happen.

Phase Three: Payback
Entering the dark warehouse with nothing but my sword strapped to my back and anger filling my veins I shouted into the darkness. “COME OUT JASON. I KNOW YOU’RE HERE YOU BASTRAD!”

A loud chuckle and the sound of a light switch turning on caught my attention, letting me know that I wasn’t alone in the warehouse.

“Well, well. I’m so glad that we can finally see each other Rachel. I was beginning to think you didn’t remember me. I miss you.” A voice said behind me, startling me.

I heard the safety of a gun roll back behind the back of my head. I already knew it was my uncle. His breathe always smelled like beer. He thought he had me cornered but boy was he wrong. Using all the training I’d received in the navy I swiftly grabbed the gun from him, hitting him in the stomach with my elbow to make him stumble backwards and hit his head. Then I threw the gun somewhere far enough from him that he couldn’t get near it and then before he could even get back up I wrapped my arms around his neck, disabling his ability to breathe just long enough for him to pass out so I could get through with my plan to avenge my family’s murder.

While Jason was knocked out I found a chair, some duct tape, electric wires, a bucket and thankfully a few bottles of water, some matches, some nails, a hammer and a lighter. I began tying my uncle to the chair with the duct tape including his mouth, placed the wires on his arms, filled the bucket with water and ripped his shirt open while I lit a few matches, just to make sure the lighter worked.

Once my uncle finally opened his eyes and saw me leaning over him with a smile on my face, his eyes filled with fear. No longer was he the big tough guy that had killed my family, now he was nothing more then a frightened man that was going to get what he deserved. Jason struggled against the chair he was bound to but thankfully the tape held him down plus the nails I’d hammered down the chair with.

“Hey uncle, guess what we going to pay a little game its called pain. I’m sure you going to enjoy playing with me because I know I going to enjoy watching you scream just like you did when you raped me.” I said the last part with an evil edge to my voice as I slowly began lighting a few matches and then placed them on his head.

My uncle screamed in pain from the matches burning his scalp, making little veins in his head pop and ooze with blood. I laughed, enjoying his pain. “How does that feel? Does it feel good huh?” I said with another laugh as I then walked over to the power switch on the right side of the back wall. My uncle looked at me with terror in his eyes, apparently realizing what I was going to do with the electrical wires and the bucket on water soaking his feet.

I smirked and without a second thought I pulled the switch several times, watching as the wires sent strong volts of electricity into my uncle’s body. After twenty minutes of watching my uncle scream and jerk violently I turned the switch back on and grabbing my sword from its resting place behind my back as I walked over to my uncle’s still twitching form.

Tons of burn marks covered his skin but I didn’t care as I swiftly removed the tape from his mouth. He yelled in pain but before he could say a word I grabbed him by his face and said evilly, my eyes dancing with bloodlust and all the other emotions I had ever felt for the past nine years. “How does it feel to know your life is in the hands of someone else? I bit it feels terrible but oh well who cares right.”

My uncle looked at me as if he was seeing a ghost because his face turned pale white and he stuttered in a broken voice.  “Pl-please…forgive me. I’m sorry. Please just don’t kill me. Have mercy Rachel.”

I laughed once again, this time in amusement. “Have mercy? HAVE MERCY…FOR YOU?! Do you have no idea how much pain you caused me since that day nine years ago, do you? Well-“ I paused to sheath my sword and smile at my uncle. His eyes were struck with horror and he knew had loss his chance at living.

“Okay I forgive you.” I said with a smile that most people would’ve thought was me being sweet but it was a lie. My uncle was really stupid to believe me because he smiled at me, with happy tears in his eyes but when he saw the smirk on my face, his face automatically went back to that of terror.

“It was nice seeing you again uncle. I missed you.” I whispered in my uncle’s ear before cutting off his head and placing my sword back in its sheath. I grabbed the lighter from my pocket and I container of gasoline I began setting the ware house of fire. Walking out of the warehouse just before it erupted into flames, taking my uncle with it I hopped on my bike with a smile on my face and drove off back to my house, finally happy that I’d take my revenge and it had been sweet.

Description
Revenge
Phase One: Broken
I remember the day it happened. The day my entire life was destroyed and I lose all the people I ever loved. It occurred nine years ago, I was in my room lying on my bed, sleeping peacefully when suddenly I heard the door to my bedroom open. For the past two weeks he had been coming into my room at night and touching me in places he shouldn’t. I bet your wondering who he is. Well I’ll tell you. He’s my uncle and it’s all his fault I’m alone.

Slow, almost quiet footsteps crept towards my bed. I could hear him breathing, his breathe smelling of sour beer and unbrushed teeth. I felt him pull the covers off my body but it didn’t wake me from my sleep. Suddenly I became aware of his rough hands touching my body just as he always had for the past few weeks. His hands went from my legs all the way up to my neck, which he kissed roughly, startling me awake. I slowly opened my eyes to see my uncle leaning over me on my bed, his eyes staring down at me. Seeing I was awake my uncle said to me in a soft fake caring tone as he gently caressed my cheek. ”It’s just me sweetie, relax.”

I could feel his hands running down my body as he spoke and I tensed up as he touched me. At first I thought he was just in here to check on me but I knew way better then that. Instantly, I knew I needed to get out of my room and away from him.  “Why are you doing this to me?” I said with a shutter of fear as I began to cry. I was only nine years old and I didn’t deserve what my uncle had been doing to me. My tears were like running water as they feel down my cheeks. My uncle as usual ignored my pleas to get him to stop and he continued kissing my neck, face and cheeks as if he didn’t hear my innocent cries.

His hands touched me in places that I didn’t like but there was nothing I could do to stop him. He was stronger then I was and my parents were asleep, leaving me at his mercy like a deer left for food to feed a starving lion.

All I could was lay there while he touched me all over and cry after he left, taking my innocence with him. Wrapping my sheet around my body I was about to lay back down to go back to bed until I heard the sounds of people arguing and then a gun go off with a loud “BANG!” I ran out of my room to see the dead, bloody bodies of my parents and my younger sister laying in the hallway in front of me and my uncle nowhere in sight but the door left open. I screamed for so long that my lungs stopped working and I blacked out due to exhaustion.

Phase Two
Old memories shocked me into consciousness, making me shoot up from my bed with sweat covering my body. Fear, sadness, and rage claimed me just it always had since the incident. The day of my family’s murder and my rape was still fresh in my mind even though it had happened so long ago. My uncle arguing with my parents while my younger sister clang to my parents, hearing the gun go off and then seeing the dead bodies of my parents and Helen laying there in front of me. All these things I remembered. I was now eighteen years-old, out on my own and with no family left. Grabbing the sword I’d received from the navy after I graduated from the academy a year before my eighteenth birthday, I placed it on my bed while I began plotting my revenge on my uncle as I walked into my bathroom.

First, I’d make sure he wouldn’t be in reach of any weapon that he could use against me, then I’d slowly torture him, making him feel all types of pain before finally finishing him by cutting his head off.  Pleased with my mental image of how I would get revenge on my uncle I smiled.

After taking a quick shower, I decided to head downtown to see if I could find any clues as to where my psychopath of an uncle could be hiding.

Dressed in a black trench coat, boots, a red Wicked t-shirt, and black capris with my ebony-colored hair pulled back into a long ponytail down my back. With my sword strapped to my back I hopped on my red, BMZ 36 motorcycle and headed towards the Booker T. Information center. After being given an address and telephone number from the receptionist, a blonde-haired, brown-eyed guy that needed to lay off the steroids I left the building and hopping on my bike, I drove to 5243 Errand Drive to begin my search. The house I drove up to was a plain gray and white house with faded windows that looked like they hadn’t been dusted for a while. Turning off my bike’s engine, I walked up the uneven steps to the house that my uncle supposedly lived at. I knocked on the door a few times, but sad to say there was no answer at the door. I walked around the back of the house to try and see if maybe he was sleeping or something.

Unfortunately, the bastard wasn’t home. Gritting my teeth in anger I kicked open the backdoor to my uncle’s house, letting it swing back and forth in my face before I walked into the house and dark thoughts ran through my minds as I looked around the house. Suddenly my cell rang, startling me. I looked at the caller ID, there was an unknown number but my crazy curiosity got the better of me and I answered the call.

“Hello?” I said in a flat voice, the few years in the navy had trained me to not show my emotions when faced with a uncomfortable situation.

“Hello Rachel. It’s been what nine years since we last saw each other. I’m sure you’re probably looking for me but you won’t find me at my house. I expected that you would come seeking revenge on me so I decided we’d play a little game of hide and seek.” The voice, muscular and too evil for me to ever forget. It was the voice of my uncle.

“You bastard. Where are you? Stop playing games with me and come get what’s coming to you.” I said, my voice filled with rage and disgust despite my control on my emotions.

I heard my uncle chuckle through the phone before his tone turned mocking and amused at enjoying my frustration. “Good luck Ra, I can’t wait to see you again.”

Then the line went dead.

Instead of throwing stuff around the house and losing my temper I took a deep breathe and headed out of the house and within ten minutes I was at the police station and allowing them to listen to the conversation between my uncle and I. After listening to the conversation for the third time they sadly shook their heads, telling me that there was nothing they could do since they had no way they could track him since he’d used a pay phone to call me.

I sighed, walked out of the police station frustrated and bloodthirsty. Suddenly my phone rang again. I grumbled, checked the Caller ID for any identification of who was calling me but once again there was no name to go with the unknown number. Automatically, I knew it was my uncle.

“What do you want you lowlife psycho?” I asked my uncle bitterly as I hopped on my motorcycle and started the engine.

“Take the highway all the way till you get an abandoned warehouse. Once you’re there, I’ll give me more instructions. See you then and let’s have fun with this Ra.” My uncle said coolly and then hung up.

Putting on my helmet and following my uncle’s instructions I headed towards the highway and from there to the old abandoned warehouse he was talking about. Hopping off my bike and taking my cell out of my pocket to see that I had a text from my uncle saying to come inside I grabbed my sword and prepared for what was going to happen.

Phase Three: Payback
Entering the dark warehouse with nothing but my sword strapped to my back and anger filling my veins I shouted into the darkness. “COME OUT JASON. I KNOW YOU’RE HERE YOU BASTRAD!”

A loud chuckle and the sound of a light switch turning on caught my attention, letting me know that I wasn’t alone in the warehouse.

“Well, well. I’m so glad that we can finally see each other Rachel. I was beginning to think you didn’t remember me. I miss you.” A voice said behind me, startling me.

I heard the safety of a gun roll back behind the back of my head. I already knew it was my uncle. His breathe always smelled like beer. He thought he had me cornered but boy was he wrong. Using all the training I’d received in the navy I swiftly grabbed the gun from him, hitting him in the stomach with my elbow to make him stumble backwards and hit his head. Then I threw the gun somewhere far enough from him that he couldn’t get near it and then before he could even get back up I wrapped my arms around his neck, disabling his ability to breathe just long enough for him to pass out so I could get through with my plan to avenge my family’s murder.

While Jason was knocked out I found a chair, some duct tape, electric wires, a bucket and thankfully a few bottles of water, some matches, some nails, a hammer and a lighter. I began tying my uncle to the chair with the duct tape including his mouth, placed the wires on his arms, filled the bucket with water and ripped his shirt open while I lit a few matches, just to make sure the lighter worked.

Once my uncle finally opened his eyes and saw me leaning over him with a smile on my face, his eyes filled with fear. No longer was he the big tough guy that had killed my family, now he was nothing more then a frightened man that was going to get what he deserved. Jason struggled against the chair he was bound to but thankfully the tape held him down plus the nails I’d hammered down the chair with.

“Hey uncle, guess what we going to pay a little game its called pain. I’m sure you going to enjoy playing with me because I know I going to enjoy watching you scream just like you did when you raped me.” I said the last part with an evil edge to my voice as I slowly began lighting a few matches and then placed them on his head.

My uncle screamed in pain from the matches burning his scalp, making little veins in his head pop and ooze with blood. I laughed, enjoying his pain. “How does that feel? Does it feel good huh?” I said with another laugh as I then walked over to the power switch on the right side of the back wall. My uncle looked at me with terror in his eyes, apparently realizing what I was going to do with the electrical wires and the bucket on water soaking his feet.

I smirked and without a second thought I pulled the switch several times, watching as the wires sent strong volts of electricity into my uncle’s body. After twenty minutes of watching my uncle scream and jerk violently I turned the switch back on and grabbing my sword from its resting place behind my back as I walked over to my uncle’s still twitching form.

Tons of burn marks covered his skin but I didn’t care as I swiftly removed the tape from his mouth. He yelled in pain but before he could say a word I grabbed him by his face and said evilly, my eyes dancing with bloodlust and all the other emotions I had ever felt for the past nine years. “How does it feel to know your life is in the hands of someone else? I bit it feels terrible but oh well who cares right.”

My uncle looked at me as if he was seeing a ghost because his face turned pale white and he stuttered in a broken voice.  “Pl-please…forgive me. I’m sorry. Please just don’t kill me. Have mercy Rachel.”

I laughed once again, this time in amusement. “Have mercy? HAVE MERCY…FOR YOU?! Do you have no idea how much pain you caused me since that day nine years ago, do you? Well-“ I paused to sheath my sword and smile at my uncle. His eyes were struck with horror and he knew had loss his chance at living.

“Okay I forgive you.” I said with a smile that most people would’ve thought was me being sweet but it was a lie. My uncle was really stupid to believe me because he smiled at me, with happy tears in his eyes but when he saw the smirk on my face, his face automatically went back to that of terror.

“It was nice seeing you again uncle. I missed you.” I whispered in my uncle’s ear before cutting off his head and placing my sword back in its sheath. I grabbed the lighter from my pocket and I container of gasoline I began setting the ware house of fire. Walking out of the warehouse just before it erupted into flames, taking my uncle with it I hopped on my bike with a smile on my face and drove off back to my house, finally happy that I’d take my revenge and it had been sweet.