Short Story's

Never tasted so good

She stalked her victim as quietly as possible, making sure he never saw her. She clenched her fists tightly as the dark woods greeted her with a gesture of the treeline's branches. He ran as fast as he could even with the thick, warm blood oozing from his wounds. Her grin widened until she was smiling from ear to ear. The creatures of the forest hid everywhere they could, behind trees, under rocks, behind bushes, anywhere just to escape the woman's mystifying aura. Nothing escaped the woman's grasp in the Cold Dark. Nothing and no one. The world was nothing but cruel and vile towards her for the entirety of her life. Karma never did her job to make sure that everyone who hurt her got what they deserved, so she decided to do it herself. As she walked closer to him, he kept stumbling and looking back to see if she was still there. She stopped behind a tree for a few moments before circling the premises to get an angle from behind. She made no noise as she crept up from behind him. His alarms went off and he knew something was up. He pulled out a revolver and cocked it back, something he should've done a long time ago, but it was too late. Fate itself couldn't stop what she was about to do, for she was Fate. She was Karma herself, she controlled whether he would live or die, and you can imagine which choice she picked. A cloudy mist came from deep inside the woods, circling him and blocking his vision. The forest, too, knew what he had done to her and all the pain he had caused her. It seemed the forest had the same sense of justice she did. She smiled and thanked the forest for helping her. She always felt a deep connection between her and the forest, with nature in general. She hid behind a tree and knelt down, touching the thick roots of the humongous, old tree. She waited before feeling something underneath her hand. thump thump....thump thump The trees, the forest, the mist, everything was alive and aiding her. She smiled once again, fixing her gaze on the helpless man who was now quivering with the overwhelming fear he was experiencing. He knew what was coming in his bones. ' He knows...he knows. And I know he knows ,' She thought to herself. She fought the urge to lunge at him and tear him apart. She felt one of the wise old tree's branches soothe her as it gently touched her shoulder and back. She took a deep breath, preparing to face her abuser and assaulter after years of fearing him and fearing nobody would believe what happened to her. He ruined her, yet nobody else thought it would be right for him to get what he deserves. He had a wife and a family now. She felt it so disgusting how someone who s*xu@lly assaulted her could have a family. The sad part was that they knew and they didn't care, nobody did. She felt a touch of despair and numbness as she thought of all the years she suffered at the hands of him and 4 others who did the same thing and never got what they deserved. The tree felt this in his roots and comforted her once again, reminding her of what he did and how the man should feel what she felt multiplied by one hundred. "Oh, the misery, everybody wants to be my enemy," She shouted. "******! I-I swear I didn't know how it would- I'm sorry!" He exclaimed with fear. "Spare the sympathy, everybody wants to be my enemy." "Enemy?" He muttered inquisitively, forgetting the trauma and pain he caused her. "My enemy," She glared. He pointed the revolver at her chest, aiming for the heart. She walked up to him, getting closer than either of them would like, until her chest touched the barrel of his revolver. "Shoot me. You won't." She felt the gun and his hand shaking. She held the gun to steady it. "Do it. I've been waiting far too long for this. You had the balls to ruin my life, now grow the balls to end it permanently." His eyebrows furrowed and he bared his teeth before finding the courage to fire the revolver, only to hear a loud click ! His expression changed from angry to shocked and fearful. She let out a psychotic, spine chilling laugh only to stop abruptly a few moments later. "I forgot to mention the fact that you can't shoot me," She giggled as she showed him the bullet he had in his revolver before playing with it. "Looks like you ran out of ammo there, bud." She took the gun from him and put the bullet in the next chamber. She took a step back so she could put the gun to his forehead. She stood there, waiting for him to say his last words. But when he didn't speak, she slowly lowered the gun and dropped it. The old tree snatched it and claimed it, making sure no evidence was left behind. She reached behind her back and pulled out one of her katanas while keeping direct eye contact, which seemed to distract him. She waited patiently for him to relax. After a few minutes it actually worked. The woman specialized in giving people a false sense of hope and security, which is exactly what she did to him. She knew it always worked, and that's exactly how she felt before he did the unforgivable. She felt a sense of hope and security, only to have it brutally and savagely snatched away from her. He stood there like a deer in headlights but continued shaking. He was unable to move due to the immobilizing waves of fear that progressively got more paralyzing with each passing minute. His eyes were comically wide and stricken with fear. As scared as he was, he couldn't help but keep staring at her hypnotizing hazel green eyes that reflected in the gorgeous moonlight. The green stood out that day, making the fear and pain almost bearable for him to endure as he focused on the beautiful green and brown orbs that the woman possessed. He inhaled sharply and clutched her arms as the blade pierced his skin and organs, staining his shirt a dark, thick, warm red. She continued to stare him down as the life slowly left his body and his eyes glazed over. He exhaled slowly, knowing that her face was the last thing he'd see before facing an eternity in Hell. She slowly pulled the katana out of him as he fell over, blood pouring from his fresh wound and his mouth. She knelt down to his level just enough to see a single tear fall from one of his eyes. She wiped the blood off of her katana with his shirt that was now drenched in blood and sweat. She sheathed her katana once again and walked off before hearing his body being dragged by the tree. Nothing escaped her grasp in the Cold Dark. Nothing and no one. This was the first of five incidents before she disappeared from existence. Nobody knows what happened to the people who hurt her, and nobody knows where she went, but legend says she got her revenge in a more creative way than she did the last.