Revenge

by burtmacklin

I am your worst nightmare; I am what you never wanted me to be. I am a weapon, bred and shaped to bring about your doom. He will never see it coming. I am hell incarnate. What happens when you wrong someone you love? You get revenge of course.

2. Hunt

I own nothing, except the plot.

Chapter 1

I have been tracking him for months now, he is none the wiser. He was always too cocky for his own good. I watch him from binoculars from across the street, on the roof of an old church. He is sitting in the patio of a café. He is sipping tea, no doubt congratulating himself for not having run into me yet.

He was always good at hiding, but I'm better. I can tell he is nervous; no doubt my letter is still in his mind, his hair is a total mess, sticking out every which way, it almost looks like flames. He glances around and I duck behind a pillar. I must remember to not stare so much. I wait a minute to emerge from my hiding place. I glance to where he sat, he is gone.

I grab my binoculars, stash them in my bag and head for the stairs. I know where he is heading; I always know where he is. He is still alive because I want him to be. I want revenge and it will be mine. I wasn't being dramatic when I left that note, I meant every word of it and I know that he secretly knows.

I know that right about now he is pulling at his hair, cursing himself because this isn't who he is. He was never one to run, he was never the prey. It eats at him to be so weak. I love that I make him feel this way.