Short Stories

Revenge

The sky was lit up with pinks, reds, and purples. The sun, barely visible above the horizon. All I could hear were the waves crashing against the pale sand of the shore.

Wrapping myself more into the blanket, the wind ruffles it against my back. Standing, I call for my dog, Lucy. Clapping to call the older used-to-be-shelter dog. I pick up my things. Blanket? Check. Super floppy sun hat? Check. Phone, water bottle, book? Check, check, and check. I stood with lucy at my side we walk to my black SUV.

I arrive at the old victorian mansion I've always lived in. The windows lit up by my mother's writing antics. Walking through the front door, my mother looks up, waving, I run up to the top floor, my room.

I drop the bag I was carrying the little I took to the beach with me in, onto the floor of my room. Walking to the ensuite bathroom, I shower quickly. Changing into an old pair of worn gray sweats and an oversized sweatshirt. Getting in bed I pull the white duvet up to my chin. After a minute Lucy gets comfortable and lays down next to my legs. After that, I fall into a deep sleep, wondering what the next day will hold.

A ring sounded through the house. Someone was at the door. Groaning, I stand, Lucy jumping up and following me to the door. Pulling the door open and rubbing my eyes, I see a tall male.

"I know how it ends, and I wanna change it," he says somewhat calmly.

Standing there in confusion as Damien Cole pushes into my home. Lucy growls, getting in a stance to lunge. I set my hand on her head hoping to calm the dog. Ushering Damien to the living room to take a seat.

"Explain," is all I can think to say.

"Like I said before, I know how it ends, I wanna change it."

"What do you mean 'you know how it ends'?" I ask.

Damien takes a deep breath, "Your story. I know how it ends. You can't end that way."

A knock sounds at the door. Standing, I go to the door. Pulling it open a police officer comes into sight.

"Are you..." he pauses looking down at a paper in his hand, "Abigail Lepucki?" the officer asks. Butchering my last name.

Nodding, I look over my shoulder at Damien. He has a solemn look on his face.

"Early this morning your mother, Edan, was shot and killed heading into her office. I'm sorry for your loss," he says walking away.

I crumple to my knees. Damien standing and shutting the door once the officer leaves, and kneeling down to pull me up. Walking away from Damien, I head to the basement.
Returning upstairs with my bow and arrow I go to the back garden and start to shoot at the targets. There's absolutely no way I'm letting whoever shot my mother get away with it. Even with the cops on their tail. I think to myself after wiping the remaining tears from my cheeks.

After months of research, I finally found him. Damien has been by my side through it all. He may look tough but inside he's a teddy bear. He explained to me that it's too dangerous to do this alone, I need help if I'm ever gonna catch this guy. But Damien doesn't know, and he won't find out. I found him and I'm going after him tonight.

Looking in the mirror at the new me, staring at the me who doesn't care who she hurts, and the me who needs to avenge the fallen warrior her mother is. Brushing my extremely curly red hair out of my face, Damien comes up behind me. Staring at the lavender eyes I shared with my mother.

"How close are we to finding Him?" Damien asks.

"Three months at most," I lie. Holding back a cringe as I do. Not wanting to give away the untruthfulness I've shared with Damien.

He nods walking away, "I'm gonna head to bed!" he yells up to me.

I walk away from the mirror that was displaying a person I used to know. After changing into shorts and a tank top, I then get into bed.

Pressing my back firmly against the cement wall, I watch the guards. One gets too close. Grabbing him by the neck, I knock him out. Quietly, I pull him away from his post sneaking from where I had hidden. Another guard passes me. I grab and knock him out as well. All of a sudden, a burn secures itself in my shoulder with a loud crack. Guns. They have guns. What the heck? Why can't I have a gun or some sort of weapon in general? Dropping to my knees, I search for the gun of one of the unconscious men. Another man emerges from somewhere hidden from my sight. Pulling myself to a box in the cluttered warehouse, I aim and fire at the man who I knew had shot my mother. Standing another sting secures itself in my stomach, I fall to the ground. Blood rushing from the new exit point made in my body. Accepting the fact, I was going to die today. I can't believe I was going to die today. I would die and was going to be with my mother once again. The ceiling splattered with graffiti littered with pinks, reds, and purples. Smiling to myself one last time I close my eyes, also for the last time.