Revenge is sweet (oneshot)

Revenge is sweet - or - The birth of a psychopath

Yes, there you stand.
Just look around, there is no one here – well, that is, no one but me.

You can not see me, but I am there waiting for the right moment to get my revenge – because where lighting strikes, thunder will follow.

I know, you are waiting four your parents, but today they will not come. Thanks to me, they won a free lunch at our town's finest restaurant, and so they won't pick you up before, well, I would say five. Enough time for me to finish with you.

Finaly we are alone. The two of us. Just like in the good old days.

Unfortunately the weather isn't smile down at me and the clouds had long since closed in on me, like a blanket of ice trying to ruin my plan. My fingers and toes feel stiff and my eyes are turning into a lake.
I can't wait any longer.

I step out of my hiding place. "Hallo Herald", I say trying to keep the cold out of my voice.

"Paul." Herald seemed surprised to see me. Was he such an idiot that he didn't expect me to take my revenge? Well, good for him – better for me.

"Do you have any idea what I've been through because of you? Do you think I would let you off so easily?" I felt my voice warming up as my temper rose radically.

"Paul. I don't know what you are talking about."

"Should I refresh your memory a bit?" I didn't wait for an answer. "Don't you remember the day you destroyed my life?"

"I had to do that."

"So, what you are saying is, you had to butcher my assembly film and instead use the one that you made, that was about me, which showed me as a fool, in front of the whole school?"

"Yes Paul. I had to."

"What?"

"Jonathan forced me to do that. He said if I would, I would become a part of his gang."

"So, you did all of that only to become a bully? That is the stupidest thing I ever heard. I don't care why you did it. I only care about having my revenge."

I lifted my fist, but at that precise moment lightning struck the hall we were standing next to. The ear-thrilling sound threw both of us to the floor. Before I knew it, Herald was on top of me sinking his hard fists into my fragile stomach. I rolled myself into a ball while trying to pull myself away from him. But he was too strong and I couldn't get out of his grip.

Then it came back to me. Wasn't this supposed to be my revenge? My fight? My triumph? Yes, it was! But still, at this precise moment there was not much I could do. I felt the blood running down me cheek and my heart pounding – full of anger and fear.
I grabbed into my pocket and pulled out my last defence. A blade. I flung it upwards, no idea where it would sink into my rival.
Split seconds later the fight was settled. Herald was lying motionlessly on the ground. I didn't know if I killed him.

But what if I did?

I didn't mean to...

...but still, that very moment, it felt good.

Autors note:

I guess I've always had a hang to the dramatic, overexaggerated, kind of dark side of literature. But really, if there's anyone out there, who after reading this is wondering if murder would be an option to solve your problems - it won't be, so leave it... better go get help somewhere.