Vengeance Is Mine: A Short Story

Sorcerer

Countless emotions spread through me as I sat and watched the show. "It's about fucking time" I mutter under my breath. It's done. It's finally done. The flames were so hot I felt them from across the street. For all I care let a spark find its way into the grass and set the whole neighborhood on fire. Unmoving I curse once more as the woman points to the car, warning the officer.

"Then maybe you should look behind you!" I hear her shout as he turns. The car erupts and the chaos begins. That's a good word for it, begins. I have only just started the chaos tonight. I snap out of my thoughts as I realize the officer spotted me. As he yells to me I just chuckle, he has no idea what is still to come. I disappear turning and walking down the street as I hear his hollering. My next stop is a place I cannot wait to visit. The house where the ancestors of the mayor that killed my family through false convictions.

"I couldn't get to him, but now I'll get to his family." I start chuckling once more as I near the house. "Thanksgivings on me tonight."

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The window cracks open, I move it at a pain filled rate. It opens more and more without a sound, getting me closer to the fun part. As I climb inside I take note of the house. It was rather big for only bearing a couple and their fourteen year old daughter along with nine year old son. They clearly had more money than they could spend: judging by the old Victorian grandfather clock, which had a thin layer of gold on it.

Laughter could be heard from down the hall. It was thanksgiving night, the family would be eating dinner about now, and it would be one they wouldn't soon forget. Then I grinned. Oh wait, they wouldn't even be alive to remember it. I crept towards the dining room, preparing myself for the carnage I so craved.

As I peeked my head around the corner I could see the family at their table. They were all smiling and stuffing their faces. Greasy turkey leaked from their forks to their plates. The dad told a joke and all laughed, causing the mom to cough on her tea she had been drinking. Just looking at them fueled my rage as I balled my fists. I back up slightly accidentally bumping into a shelf making a vase fall onto the floor with a loud thud. The laughter stops and I can hear the wife saying, "I'll go see what that was, I'm sure it was the cat."

I hide back in the shadows. She walks past me, picks up the vase examining it, then sets it on the shelf. Right as she turns to walk back I cough, intentionally. She looks up, wide eyed but has no time to react. I leap out of the shadows at her, taking her to the floor. She struggles but is clearly weak and easily beaten under me. I pin her down covering her mouth as I reach for the knife in my pocket.

"Vengeance is a cold blade that comes in the night," I whisper as I inch the blade closer to her throat. She silently screams and tries to bite my hand. When that does nothing she turns to pleading. Begging me with her eyes to stop. The blade is now touching her, I very lightly slide it down from under her ear to her collarbone. A thin line of red appears where the knife was, the blood slowly trickling down to the floor. Now I set the blade at an angle under her chin. I stare deep into her eyes, uttering no more words as we both know she soon won't either. The blade is sharp and starts sliding in. Tearing through the layers of skin slowly and entering her esophagus. She starts choking on the blood entering her sliced throat as I go deeper and deeper. Her struggling stops. Her hand that was on mine falls to the floor, lifeless. I slide my blade out and clean the blood off using her shirt. I get up and quietly drag her body to the closet and shut the door.

"One down."