Time to Retaliate

Chapter 3: List to Start Off

Panic shot through her when she came to her senses. She sees the digital clock on her table and it’s now 12:34am. By this time all her office mates left. The only people left there is her, and the dead body of her office mate. In no time she emptied the large wooden box at the corner of her office. With all her might she place the body in a fetal position so it can fit inside the box and she closes the lid tightly. She searches out for the mop to clean the blood that blotted into the floor. After cleaning the floor she moves as fast as she could to push the box outside her office.

“Ma’am?”

Gabby freeze up upon hearing the voice and stare dread to its direction. She sees a man in navy blue uniform with embroidery of a name that stated “Harry”.

“Ma’am do you need some help? I can carry that box for you. By the way I’m Harry the new night janitor here,” the man says with kindness.

“Oh will you help me carry this to my car?”

“Sure. I will.”

“I appreciate your help thank you.” Harry smiles and carried the box and put it into the trunk of her car. She waves to him as she starts the engine and drive away.

Why? How? Where? These are the questions that are bugging Gabby’s head. At that moment her mind is cluttered than ever. As if she’s losing her insanity thinking so many things. “What the hell should I do?” she asks herself and after a few minutes she stopped the car in a secluded place. “Oh, oh finally! This cliff here is perfect. No one will ever find you here. Bye-bye bitch she you in hell,” she uttered breathlessly as she thrusts the wooden box into the cliff with smug expression on her pallid face.

At that very moment Gabrielle realized what she should do with her remaining life on earth. To be able to do it she needs to go back to the town she loathes and face the nightmare from her past. In just few hours of relentless driving she reaches her house in Sansou.

 “Gabby!” A familiar voice called her name so she roams her eyes around to see the person she yearns for. She knows she’s hallucinating but this kind of hallucination is good that’s what she thought.

“Abuelo! I’m afraid to end my own life but I-I-I took someone else’s life and for what it’s worth I felt that I finally e-e-emancipate myself,” she states with stutters.

“What you did is wrong and you will lose everything you work hard for, once someone finds out about it.”

“But I have nothing to lose now. My life ended since the day you died and now I just realized that I should get back to all the people who made my life a living hell. Maybe I should thank Fifi or Chichi or whatever her name was because if not for her I wouldn’t know what I should do with my remaining days in this effing world. I don’t regret that I killed her and if I can turn back that moment I’ll do it again,” she said proudly.

“Gabrielle Rove! It’s not you. I didn’t raise you to be like that. Have you forgotten what I told you?”

“I know… I know you said I should forgive those people but I could not do that and there’s no turning back now,” certainty surge into her voice while she clench on the pepper-box gun she found at Luchio’s work room.

“You used to listen to what me but now…”

“Abuelo! Don’t leave me. Come back. Please come back!” she pleaded as she clasps on to the fading image of her grandfather.

She scribbles names on a bond paper. Ormia ,Dave, Tiffany, Breenie, Stacy, Lucas, Estelle.“Now my list is done. All I have to do is to find where these rats are hiding,” she crumples the paper and tucked it into her pocket as she recites repeatedly the stanza from the poem “Invictus”.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

“Nobody can stop me now. I have nothing to lose. Evils should be in hell where they really belong,” she declares with intensified pleasure.