short stories

Judged for Revenge

Again, I'm adding my friends/mutuals from twitter in my stories just for fun. It's a simple mention so you don't have to know them perfectly to understand the story. Enjoy.

Must stick between 250 - 350 words.

A few months ago, my dear fiancée was killed by a monstrous butcher – how I like to call him. Revenge was the first thought that had crossed my mind by the time I got to see the corpse that had its limbs dismembered. I had sworn to every God out there that I would have my revenge, our revenge.

Killing the slayer was not as simple as preparing tea, you know. The man was part of the Yakuza Mafia but I managed to prepare an infallible plan and I became the judge of his sins against my beloved soulmate. I left his dirty anatomy the same way he did to my lover, with a small note attached; "Be careful your next victim doesn't have a crazy woman as his lover. Remember the name of Milena." Little did I know it was a great mistake getting revenge, but God, it felt so good.

As I said, it was a mistake getting my revenge since the Yakuza members were trying to reach for me. Anyways, the message I left for them was quite right. I am smarter than the whole Yakuza organization of the whole country. Nevertheless, I heard my younger sister, who was playing in the backyard, screeching. Long steps had I taken reaching for the source of the matter only to see two men covered with charcoal suits. One of them grabbed my sister by her neck and the other held the longest katana I had ever seen.

It was my life or my sister's, the men said. But I had no option but to fight them. My house has plenty of traps so I managed to hurt both of the 'gentlemen' and they escaped. After that, I had learnt that what you gain from revenge, is a never-ending fight with your enemies. Be wise, accept your fate and grow out of it. Now, for being as selfish as I was, my family and I are in constant danger. Revenge is never the answer.