I Will Avenge

This is another short story that I wrote for a contest on Figment.com. If you like it I would love for you to go to the website and heart it so that I will be considered for judging...

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I looked at the therapist that my parents dragged me to when I finally told them the truth.

 “When did you realize you had it?” he asked in a monotone voice.

 “Five months ago,” I responded.

 “How do you think this came about?”

 “I don’t know! I thought that’s why I’m wasting my time by talking to you!” I shouted in frustration.

 He began to try to calm me down, but I couldn’t hear a word he was saying. My frail body was being sucked into a flashback. My mind became unaware of my present surroundings, as I had become too familiar with recently. I squinted my eyes closed and prepared my heart and soul for whatever trauma I was about to endure.

 Suddenly it all calmed down and my eyes scanned the surrounding area. I was no longer my normal five foot eight, but about the size of a ten-year-old child. I peered down at myself to find that I was, thankfully, a female this time. On previous occasions I have found myself in a strange male.

 My short, thin legs carried me through an abandoned alley way. I had learned to just go with the flow and not interrupt the recounting of the past.

 “Mommy? Daddy? Where are you?” I squeaked out in a frightened voice.

 The little girl continued on until she reached a dead end. I prepared to turn around, but I caught a flash of movement in my peripheral vision.

 “Who’s there?”

 There was no response, but suddenly two strong arms encircled me and a dirty hand clamped over my mouth.

 “Shhh,” the husky voice whispered, “I’ll take you to your parents.”

 I didn’t listen, just wriggled around and struggled to gain freedom. This just caused the arms to squeeze tighter, making it hard to breath. I gasped and wheezed until I was suddenly twirled around to face the direction I came from. I saw two more burly men with ski masks and my panic increased.

 This time I didn’t struggle. I scanned the area with my eyes once more and tried to form a plan in my muddled brain. Nothing came to mind as the men continued to advance, looking my body up and down and giving me nasty snarls. I shivered under their stares.

 “Just be a good girl and we won’t hurt you. Lay down and enjoy,” the guy restraining me hissed in my ear.

 I shrieked and once again tried to escape. Just like the previous attempt, it was a failure.

 “Remember what I said about being a good girl?” he grunted.

 I couldn’t find my voice so I just nodded meekly.

 “Good.”

 By now the two men were right beside me. He dropped me and I landed roughly on my butt. I whimpered in pain, causing him to glare at me.

 He took off his mask and motioned for the other two to follow suit. Now I could see their sneering faces. The smallest of the three had striking green eyes and dirty blonde hair. His face still had a child-like shape and he seemed to be in his early twenties.

 The next tallest was quite handsome. He had jet black hair and light, ice blue eyes. His face was sculpted and his jaw was strong. He gave me a smirk when he saw me looking. I estimated him to be in his early twenties, too. He was well built and obviously worked our, or was just blessed. Seeing as he was a criminal, I guessed the first one.

 The last one, the one that had been restraining me, wasn’t as decent looking as the others. He was at least forty and had a long, jagged scar stretching from the corner of his left eyebrow to the right edge of his lips. He was missing a couple teeth and had two colored eyes. One was brown and the other was grey. This guy would be easily found and reported.

 I tried to remember the individuals as best I could, knowing it would come in handy later. I had about one minute to do that before one of them struck out his foot, kicking me in the ribs. I leaned to the side and clutched my injured torso. Another kick followed quickly and this time I heard a sickening crack.

 My face grew pale and I turned my head to the side and barfed. This action caused the men to laugh and continue their torture. They slowly used and abused me until I was literally begging for death. Luck was not on my side because my captors were anything but merciful. At some point I blacked out, only to be shook awake again.

 “How dare you ungratefully black out on me! You should be thanking me for what I have done,” he snarled.

 I managed to shake my head and give him a dirty look through my eye that wasn’t swollen shut.

 “Say thank you!” he yelled.

 Somehow I gained the strength to rasp out, ”Never.”

 I then proceeded to spit in his face. I had finally pushed him over the edge because he picked me up by the neck like a rag doll. His hands tightened on my throat and the only thought going through this pitiful girl’s head was, ‘Please just kill me already.’

 He granted the unspoken wish when his hands continued to not allow oxygen to my lungs. Then everything went black.

 When I woke up again I was collapsed on the carpeted floor of the therapist’s office with tears flowing down my face. This was the first time that I had gone into a flashback with eye witnesses. I glanced around the room as the poor man fussed over me and called various people. In the corner of the bland room I located I battered little girl in a blue sun dress. She gave me a weary smile and sent me a unspoken message: “Please avenge me.”

 Then she was gone. I propped myself up and gulped down the man had placed beside me. The pain I had felt just moments before was gone and my body was unscathed. I let out a breath and pictured the three men in my head.

 I guess I have some assholes to hunt down.

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This is all for now. If this gets enough likes, comments, and reads then I might make it into an actual novel!BUH_BYE!