AN: ... How many people actually read these? I was talking about it with Xaleria before and now I'm curious.
She would be crying. She would be heartbroken. And even better...
She would feel guilty.
Right now she would be blaming herself. She would be cursing at him in every language she might have known. She'd be praying he went to Hell and suffered a fate worse than death, worse torture than the fiery pits that Hell had to offer.
And he loved every moment of it.
One would think his mission was accomplished. He had succeeded in helping Samantha get her revenge on WOOHP. WOOHP would definitely never do this to her again. Even during the toughest of times, Clover and Alex would never forget Sam.
Never.
Never, never, never.
He made sure of that.
He smirked, knowing that only one part of his plan was finished. There was of course two more parts to his brilliant, flawless plan. He would get what he wanted, while at the same time, torturing WOOHP in such a horrible way...
He grinned to himself.
Everything was going perfectly, everything was according to plan. Clover was angry and sad, Jerry and Alex were too busy mourning and weeping, and Sam...
Sam had no idea of what was happening in the outside world. As far as she knew, (or as much as he told her), she thought Clover and Alex were feeling guilty and were willing to pay for their mistakes. She had gotten her revenge and she should be happy about it.
But she wasn't.
He expected that she wouldn't like it. After all, who did like to see their family and friends suffer?
Besides him of course.
He smirked, knowing the second part of his plan was going to be played soon. A wonderful "ending" for such a sad tragedy, was it not?
"Sad" indeed...
For everyone but me.
Only he knew the truth, the truth behind the lies that he had planted, that he had started.
Everything was a rumor...
... And it was all his fault.
But he didn't mind.
He never did.
He stared at the naked, huddling form of Samantha, the form he told her to position herself in.
She listened to everything he said.
Just as expected.
She'll do whatever I say because she knows that if she's caught...
She can't do back to them.
Ever.
Another evil smirk reached his face, with his shoulders shaking as he laughed.
What she doesn't know is...
I don't plan on letting her go back.
His whole plan wasn't about to go to waste just because she was going to go home and say it was all his fault. She'd pretend, she'd lie, she'd decieve...
Just like me.
And that wasn't acceptable. No, of course not. Samantha was to be like him, of course, that wasn't a problem at all...
It would be how she used her newly found skills to show them off.
No that wasn't acceptable at all.
He stared at her again.
I'll just have to make sure you are never able to go back.
That was the original plan after all.
He stared at the knife in his hand, his favorite weapon as of now. So easy to fake, so easy to kill...
You think I was going to let you go Samantha?
He laughed maniacally again. Everything was going according to plan. Everything would be perfect. WOOHP would suffer knowing that one of their own...
WOOHP... My final revenge. My final plan. He stared at Sam.
My dear Samantha... you didn't really think I cared about your interests more than mine, did you? You don't think I would choose your wants and your desires over my own? Of course not. Why would I even think of doing that? Everything I've ever done, has it been for the good of others, or for the good of me?
Me, of course. He smirked. It's always about me. What I want, what I need. What I desire, what I crave...
And what I crave...
He stared at the weapon in his hand.
Is to get revenge on WOOHP...
By killing one of their own.
Her mind was in overload. She didn't know what to think anymore. Should she cry for Sam? Should she be angry at the one who did this to her?
Tears, no anger.
No, sorrow.
No, glares.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no...
Wait, was that a good idea?
No... should she cry?
No... she should find him.
No... maybe...
No, no! That wouldn't work.
Wait, maybe it would...
No it wouldn't.
Yes, wait no.
Wait, she didn't know!
What was she supposed to do!
Yes, no, maybe!
WAIT!
It was all too confusing! Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!
WAIT! NO! What if she thought of a way of save Sam--
But wasn't she beyond saving?
Yes!
No!
PICK SOMETHING!
She clutched at her head, threatening to pull her hair straight from the roots.
How--
Wait--
It's her fault.
She should save her!
But what if it's too late--
NO!
WAIT!
Make it stop!
She gasped for air, her confused mind not allowing her to even breath properly. Thoughts were twisting and twirling in her mind and she couldn't figure out what do to.
But I...
Alex bit her lip, crying as well, both for Sam and Clover. Clover was already carrying the burden of being the reason Sam was left alone with Scam...
It wasn't her fault. She thought, but she knew Clover wouldn't listen anyway. And now this?
Sam... why you? It's not fair...
She spun her head around as she heard another beeping, signaling another video link.
Clover shouldn't watch it. Not in her mental state.
Just like she knew Clover would blame herself, she knew Clover wouldn't let anything get in her way of her and that video.
"Sorry Jerry, Clover, Alex..." Clover's nails dug into her skin when she turned her hands into fists, hearing his voice.
"YOU! HOW DARE YOU!" She screamed at him, but he simply ignored her and continued to speak as if he wasn't interrupted.
"...But I want revenge on WOOHP. And I believe the best way of doing that... is by doing this."
Clover didn't register anything else but the sight of Tim Scam stabbing her best friend, her sister, straight in the heart.
She's...
She's...
Kill him! KILL HIM!
HE KILLED SAM! HE KILLED SAMMIE!
He... HE!!
HOW DARE HE!
She let out a cry of anger as she pounded against the computer screen, trying to hurt Scam in some way.
He only smirked, aggravating her further.
"I did help Sam get what she wanted... revenge on her two friends, but I thought, why not get my revenge out of the way too?" He grinned, filling Clover's ears with his laughter.
"And I did." He moved to let them see the sight of Samantha's dead, naked and bloody body, bandaged and bruised in every area.
"She's dead, and I'd like to point out it was very fun having her around. Torturing her, raping her, killing her... she's so amusing, dontcha think?"
He never gave her a chance to respond, as he hung up before she screamed.
... Um... You might all kill me horribly, but... that was the end.
Yes, the end of The Art of Revenge.
It was SO much fun writing this fic, and I thought that ending would be suitable for AoR. I loved it a lot and I will miss it dearly.
Thank you to EVERYONE who read and reviewed! I'm glad people liked it and now I hope to put my attention on finishing my other fics so that I can try to write about... 20 something new stories lol.
PLEASE REVIEW!
Love,
Ivy
... By the way, can I say something that I'm sure some of you expected (coughCresenta'sLark-and-LithiaOmen-cough) and some of you might have guessed it (cough-Xaleria07-who-guessed-I-would-end-with-a-twist-cough) but I'd like to say there is an epilogue, just because I know this isn't the real ending. So I don't know if you'll think of it as an epilogue, but whatever. It should be up soon as soon as I see some of your reactions. :P)
Love,
Ivy