Revenge 101

A/N: This outtake was my contribution to the Fandom Against Juvenile Diabetes compilations. It covers the time that Edward and Bella use to train and practice (ch 3 and 4 in the story). Banner for this outtake is up in my FB group (lvtwilight09's lovers) and up on my blog: lvtwilight09fanfiction(dot)blogspot(dot)com

Disclaimer: Even though I have the same initials as Stephenie Meyer, Twilight isn't mine.

Warning: This outtake is graphic. If violence, blood, or murder make you feel all sorts of icky, then you shouldn't read it.

EPOV

First Month of Training

The two weeks after I had brought up the idea of seeking out revenge against everyone to Bella were busy for us both. We spent the time securing the false IDs we might need in purchasing supplies, and mapping out areas of town where we would find the largest number of people to pick from to practice on.

Once we mapped all of that out, we researched techniques we wanted to use, and made a list of all the necessary supplies and started purchasing them all. Knives, rope, gasoline, matches, duct tape, flex cuffs…all were easily accessible things. We also made a few other purchases including syringes and latex gloves.

Finally we had all of our supplies, and then we focused on getting our clothes we were planning on wearing. Our goal was to be as unnoticeable as possible, and since most of our "training" would be happening at night, we opted to go with black jeans, combat boots, black and grey hoodies, and we found some nice black leather gloves and hats too.

After we got all of our supplies and gear, we mapped out our training schedule. I would train first for a month on my own, Bella would train on her own the second month, and then we would develop our skills as a team the last month before the reunion. I also made Bella promise that she'd allow me to trail her when she would go out. I needed to make sure she would be safe, and wanted to be there in case anything went wrong.

I was so nervous my first night out. The first time when I had killed that prostitute, it was just a reaction to her looking like Rosalie and setting me off. Everything was different this time. I was going out with the purpose of finding someone to kill…hunting down the outcasts of society like I was a lion and they were my prey.

My hands felt sweaty in the leather gloves, the hoodie I wore felt like it was chokingly tight around my neck. I didn't know how to choose someone. I wandered down to the same area of town where I made my first kill, and just lurked in the shadows for a while. There were plenty of options for me walking around…drug dealers, pimps, hookers…I just didn't know who to choose.

That's when I saw him…this guy that reminded me a bit of Mike. He was roughly the same height and had the same sandy brown shade of hair. He was yelling at some girl who was trying to work the corner. I guess he was her pimp. When he hauled off and slapped her I knew he was going to be my target tonight.

I waited until he walked away from her before approaching him. I acted like I was interested in one of his girls, and led him down a side street as we discussed prices. He was all too willing to get my business that he never even noticed my pulling the knife out of my back pocket. As he turned around to go bring me the girl I had requested from him, I made my move, and grabbed him and slammed his head hard into the side of the brick building we were standing next to.

The crack of his skull meeting brick echoed into the night as his body slumped down to the ground. I dragged him further into the shadows. I knew I needed to finish this…take care of what I started. My heart was pounding in my chest and I could feel the adrenalin rushing through my system. The light of the street lamp reflected off of the blade of the knife as I brought it to his neck.

I thought about just leaving him as he was. From the way his head looked, the force of the blow he took probably already killed him. But I knew I needed to be sure. Bella and I both had plans to revisit this neighborhood again and it wouldn't do to have a potential problem waiting for us when we did. That's when it all clicked…this was about protecting my wife and myself…it was about making sure the monsters would never hurt us again…making sure that their evil was brought to an end. As soon as that thought settled in my brain, it was easy. I brought the knife down, slicing through his neck like butter.

The blood splattered everywhere. I felt it as it hit my face, as if it was baptizing me and welcoming me into this new world of retribution I now found myself in. I tucked the knife back into my back pocket and moved the body further into the shadows before pulling my hood up and making my way back home.

Things got easier after that night. I became bolder, more daring…less afraid. It became simple to identify my test subjects…all of them unsuspecting of what was awaiting them once the wandered off into some hidden away alley or corner with me.

By the end of the month, I knew I would be ready for Forks. And if her excitement from my telling her how my training sessions went were any indication…Bella would be too.

Second Month of Training

Bella had been waiting for tonight for so long. Now that it was here, I could literally feel the giddiness radiating off of her. Maybe it was wrong or sick or twisted for us to be this excited about what we were doing, but when you went through years of the kind of hell we lived through…it just sort of made sense in our heads.

Bella looked gorgeous in her black skinny jeans as she laced up her combat boots, and it took everything in me to maintain control and not just strip her naked and have my way with her in the middle of the living room. Later, I told myself…after we got home we could have all the fun we wanted in the bedroom.

We made our way down to an area of town that was known for the drug deals that always went down there. As Bella started to stake out her surroundings I drifted into the background and kept watch, just in case Bella needed help. I could tell when the ne nerves hit her because she started chewing on her lip. After a while, she still hadn't picked anyone, and I was beginning to think that she wasn't going to go through with it, when I noticed a change in the look on her face.

Her nerves seemingly faded away as she locked her gaze on an extremely thin, haggard looking woman who could have passed for Angela if she put on forty pounds and didn't have track marks up and down her arms.

I watched as Bella approached the woman, and then followed them as she led her down an alley. They disappeared into the shadows for a moment, but when they reappeared, I saw Bella had a length of rope wrapped tightly around the woman's throat. Bella looked as if she was off in another world as she strangled the woman…she held the woman so tight, was so focused on her task, that it was as if she didn't even feel her victim struggling and clawing at the rope, trying to free herself.

Several minutes passed before Bella released the rope. The woman flopped down to the ground and as Bella checked to see if she was still alive, I made my way over. When I got over to where Bella was, I could see the woman's eyes rolled back into her head, and could tell she wasn't breathing.

Bella stuffed the rope back into her pocket and then the both of us stuffed the now dead woman into one of the trash cans that lined the wall of the alley before covering her up with some of the garbage that littered the ground. Once everything was taken care of, we both pulled up our hoods, and made our way back home.

As soon as we got back to our place, Bella let everything out…she talked about the rush she felt…the freedom from all the demons that had been haunting her from our past…how she now knew what I felt, and that she knew our plan for retribution would be the thing to finally heal us both.

As the month continued, Bella excelled in honing her skills. She was absolutely lethal, and a wonder to watch as she worked. By the time the end of the month rolled around, she was, like me, absolutely ready to get to Forks and put our plan into action.

Third Month of Training

Bella and I both had developed our skills on our own. Now it was time for us to find our groove working as a team.

As we walked the streets, we scoped out various potential practice subjects when we found a homeless man panhandling near a more secluded street. We lured him into our trap by promising to take him to get a decent meal and led him towards an empty side street.

As soon as we rounded the corner, I pulled him into a headlock and held him still. Bella quickly taped his mouth shut so no one would hear his screams. The terror was clear in his eyes, and all I could think of is how I can't wait to see the same look in everyone's eyes back in Forks…for them to realize that their time has come to pay for everything they did to us.

Bella had a wicked gleam in her eye and an evil smirk on her face as she pulled out her knife and gutted the man like a fish, his internal organs making a wet, sloppy sound as they splattered onto the pavement. We worked quickly to clean up and toss the body into a nearby dumpster before once again, pulling up our hoods and heading home.

As we continued working together, we found our rhythm. We coordinated our skills, alternated who was responsible for restraining our subjects and who was responsible for the actual kill. We also still took time to practice on our own too, and as the calendar counted down to when we needed to get ready to head to Forks…we both knew we were ready, and that retribution would soon be ours.

A/N: So, go on and make Revengeward happy and click that little button to tell him what you think about their training. Also, don't forget that voting is still going on in the iSparkle Awards and Retribution is up for The Screamer's Award. Voting is open through May 11, so please go to theisparkleawards(dot)moonfruit(dot)com/#/vote/4562312504 and vote if you have a free moment.

Retribution (and two of my other stories) have been nominated in the Twilight Eclipse Awards. Retribution was nominated for Best Suspense/Thriller. My story Whiskey Lullaby was nominated for Best Angst Drabble and my story Holding On To Hope was nominated for Best Edward in a Drabble. Voting starts May 5. Head on over to twilighteclipseawards(dot)blogspot(dot)com to check out the nominees and vote starting on May 5.

The next chapter for this story will post next week.

Until next time,

Stephanie