Authors note: Okay, a new story! This is heavily influenced by the tv-show, revenge, just so you know. The prologue in particular, but the later chapters will contain far more original content.
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Disclaimer: I do not own abc´s Revenge or Beyblade, unfortunately;)
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When the sea turns crimson
Prologue
"Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves"
- Confucius -
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When I was a child, my understanding of revenge was as simple as the Sunday school proverbs it hid behind. Neat, little morality slogans like; do un to others, and two wrongs don´t make a right. But two wrongs can never make a right, because two wrongs can never equal each other. For the truly wronged, real satisfaction can only be found in one of two places, absolute forgiveness, or moral vindication.
Make no mistake; this is not a tale about forgiveness.
When all you care about has been stolen from you, sometimes all you have left is revenge. It might not be what you envisioned for yourself, it might be morally unspeakable, but I learned long ago that such thoughts are useless. When dealing with someone that has nothing to lose you should remember that doing what is right in the eyes of society will always come second. For someone like me, it is completely irrelevant. My goal has nothing to do with the opinions of others, with right and wrong. Such things are of little importance here. In the end all it comes down to is retribution.
"Go"
The word was spoken with a calm, self-assured confidence. I knelt one last time, forehead pressed against the ground. When I stood up I turned around, soundlessly leaving it all behind. I didn´t look back. There was no need to. With swift easy movements I jogged down the stone staircase, the wind ruffling my hair, caressing my features. A part of me would miss Shikoku for what it was; the mountains, the electric blue sea, the forests. I had spent several years here, and it had left an impression that was impossible to ignore. In this small paradise I had learned the hard way that separating your rational mind from your emotions are key to anyone who wish to walk the stony path of revenge. To succeed one must always keep ones eyes on the ultimate goal, remain indifferent to distractions, unfazed by collateral damage.
At the airport a cream coloured jet was waiting, engines running, and I found my seat without further delay. A rectangular wooden box was placed on a bolted table next to my seat, and I spared it an affectionate glance. Soon, very soon I silently promised, fixing my gaze on the flight attendant as she went through the security procedures. Even if it cost me I had to be patient, had to endure. I had waited more than 15 years for this, a few more days wouldn´t make a difference. Still, the impatience was there, the fire. A deep scowl settled on my features as I picked up a polished leather binder, quickly rifling through its contents, settling on a picture of an all too familiar face. Neatly cut, golden hair, warm blue eyes. She appeared to be the image of trustworthiness, the kind of face my 7 year old self had longed to see, to put faith in.
Dr. Judy Tate, the authority of child psychology in the United States, an internationally recognised author and professor. It is with no hint of regret whatsoever that I acknowledge the fact that she was the first one on my list. When deception cuts this deep someone have to pay, and for the guilty, one way or another the past will always catch up with them. My fingers tightened around the edges of the photo, knuckles whitening.
My memory of her was disturbingly clear. I remembered everything, even the grisly details. Her perfume, a mix of sickly sweet flowers and a bitter, sour aroma I couldn´t identify. Her toothpaste smile, the wolfish grin that revealed small, even teeth. Her seemingly sincere baby-blue eyes, that under my scrutiny contained nothing but greed. In betraying me she had achieved everything she had ever dreamt of. Her position, power, her life; she had been given the choice. An easy way to the top, sure, but there had been one condition. Needless to say she had taken the deal, otherwise I would not be sitting here, in this plane, prepared to ruin the lives of a carefully selected group of people.
When I was put under treatment at Dr. Tates clinic for the mentally disturbed I had been 7 years old. A correctional facility is no place for a child, let alone one that has just lost every constant in his life. Still, Dr. Tate did not seem to agree. Or perhaps she did, she just placed money, power and status before the fate of one helpless little boy. I had been frightened, confused, and above all grieving. The so called treatment had been a frustration. Even to this day I can recall all our sessions, word for word.
It had only been the two of us, and we had talked. Or rather, she had talked, while I had argued. Sadly enough I had soon realized that no matter my well made points the outcome would still be the same. It was not that she didn´t believe me. She didn´t want to believe me, and that was that. At the age of 7 I had been labelled a compulsive liar. I had also been diagnosed with schizophrenia. When you are 7 years old and utterly alone, the world is an unkind place.
My parents chance at justice was stolen from them. Their only option was to forgive, because in death, what else can you do? I on the other hand, am free to choose my own destiny as I see fit. They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but my personal experience is that it can be as warm as a scorching fire. My parents were betrayed by my only living relative, my grandfather. By all accounts I am as dead to him as they are. In not killing me he made his last mistake, and when this tale reaches its conclusion, he will be far worse off than dead.
Like I said, this is not a tale of forgiveness.
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