Before I could even think about taking the Police Chief out I needed to train harder. My power was strong but I couldn’t always control it.No matter what I did I always Glowed an Amber color. The time has finally come. I will get my revenge on them all of them. My fireballs needed to be perfected as well as my aim. My fireballs are that of a warm campfire without the wood. There's a happy warm feeling when I use them. I get lost in that pretend safety feeling. I must get over that if I am to perfect them. My igniting things needed to be more proficient. I needed to learn how to be stealthy. If I was going to do this I had to do this right. I had to be able to control my breathing and my anger. I know my anger will get the best of me if I can't learn to control it. I can't afford to fail. Failure is not an option. I want to be free from all of this. I will not be a sex slave anymore. I had to be quiet. I had to be invisible. I knew this was going to take a lot of work. So I had to get started right away. The longer I waited the longer they got away with it. If I didn’t stop it now it could happen to someone that I love next time. I couldn’t take the chance of my sisters taking my place. I could feel hatred rising up in me. Maybe I should let this hatred and anger fuel me. My anger keeps getting worse and it's still hard for me to understand why I struggle when I get consumed with hatred. I will try channeling this rage instead maybe then I will succeed. I worked hard for the next two weeks on just my foot work being quick and quiet. I had to learn how to blend in with my surroundings. This would take me time. I had to master these before I could go after the CHIEF. He must pay. I must get this right. My fireballs were the hardest thing for me to master. There was always something off. If it wasn’t dying before it got there it was the aim. This was way too important to give up. I was on a mission. I spent hours upon hours everyday on the fireballs as soon as I got that down I mixed my foot work with the blending in. From there I added in the fireballs this had to be perfected before I could start this mission. I wrote the names bigger so I could mark them out after I FINISHED THEM OFF.
Next to the names I wrote all the information I would need. Exactly where I planned to take them down at and how. This had to be planned out perfect. Next to my mothers name I wrote the money whore is last. Once I thought this plan was perfect I started following them one by one for a couple of days at a time. Then when I decided it was time I stuck with the Police Chief for a week to ensure my information was right and I had the perfect time and all I had to do was wait. I rested the day before the big day as chosen for the Police Chief to ensure I was rested for when it was time. I must control my anger so this rest is important. Trying to keep control of my anger is getting harder each day and I must keep at it. The battle of letting myself be controlled by my anger is getting harder. I must keep it under wraps for now.I'm afraid if I lose myself to my anger this will all be for nothing. I must clear my mind while I rest. Just keep my eye on the goal and the target this will all be over soon.
I climbed the tree next to the station and waited for him to be alone or come out. My feet have become silent as the dead of night. I dropped out of the tree just as he came out of the station alone that afternoon. When he turned around and saw me he smirked and I told him, “YOU WON'T BE SMILING WHEN I'M DONE YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A MAN.” At this point he charged at me. I began to glow brighter and hotter than ever. With one scream the heat blasted from me towards him. His skin was as if I set it on fire. His screams would not die down. He was on fire from the inside out. He would never cover this kind of thing up again. There wasn’t really anything left of him when I walked away. Not caring what I had just done, I went home to my new home. I took off running. I was getting faster, it wasn’t taking much time to get there. Horror will reign on this town. For years I begged for help to make this stop. He never listened nor did my mother. I plead with her every night to make this stop. She never heard a word I said. The cops always just called him and told Steven to deal with it. No one at the hospital would talk to me or hear me out. I never understood how he had this town in his back pocket. He made me his sex slave at the age of eight and there was nothing I could do about it, nor anything anyone would do about it. I was trapped in my own horror film. When I turned 12 I stopped begging and tried running away, but it didn’t work. I was always returned home by the police. They even asked him if he would lend me out as payment for the hassle I was causing. Of course Steven said no that would make me tooo impure for his taste. He didn't want a whore as his sex slave.The Police Chief would always say, "of course you don't. I understand completely. When you get tired of her just bring her here and we will finish her off for you after we have had our fun." Then they would laugh and get drinks as if what was said was just some funny joke. I used to cry out for my grandmother all the time after she died. She was suppose to save me from this, now there was no way out. When I had nightmares I would only call out for her to save me. After she passed away Steven would come into my room and slap me right in the mouth every time I called out for her. I would always have a busted lip going to school. This is what my dear Zoey knew about. This is all my heart could bare to tell her about until now, when I had no choice left, but to come clean about what was really goin on. How I wish she still didn't know the truth. How would she feel if she knew what was going on inside me right now? My heart was turning cold. There was nothing left for me anymore. Being alone in the treehouse I couldn’t control my rage. The longer I was alone the longer I had to think about everyone and everything that had happened. The angrier I became. The more I wanted complete revenge and total annihilation of them all. My emotions tied to these memories began to swirl into pure anger and hatred. No more sadness. I WILL NOT BE THEIR VICTIM EVER AGAIN. As these thoughts swirled into my head I thought I was about to go completely out of control. Could I afford to lose complete control? Could I complete my mission if I lost complete control? Would anyone care if I lost complete control and myself? There is no turning back now. I have already started my road to revenge. Will I be able to stop this when I am done? The more questions that popped up in my mind the more I wanted to release control and let the anger take complete control. I already felt like I wasn't in control over my own life. Why should this be any different? At least this was my own power. I knew that no matter which way I go my life will never be the same and I am perfectly happy with that. Can I live with myself after all of this? I believe I will be just fine. They all deserve it. It would only have taken one person to stop all of this. My life could have been different if just one of these losers stepped up and put an end to this abuse. If I let my anger win, will innocent people get hurt in the process? Will it be worth it?
Now it was time to train harder. The first one was a little rocky so we can’t have that next time. That just doesn't work. I trained super hard for a couple days and rested for one before deciding it was time to follow the next target. I could no longer count them as a person all I could call them was a target detaching myself from them all together. I spent a couple of weeks following the next target because I decided to get more of them than one person at once this time. Four cars equals eight people and I wanted them all at once. These eight will fall together. They will all fall at once. There will be no one left standing when I'm done. Next on my list were the deputies; they were all partnered together so this would be fast; they always ate lunch at the local dinner. I waited for them to get out of the dinner once all the cars where on the road I ran out in front of them to make them stop. They crashed into one another and that wasn’t enough for me. I threw fireballs at
This next one would be hard for me. The risk of getting caught was a lot higher. But MRS. JOHNSON had to be next. I had to train even harder to blend in so I would not be seen. My blending in training was going to be extensive. I needed to be pretty much invisible and quick or I would never pull this off. This target was going to be more challenging as it was inside instead of outdoors and the public space only made it worse. At least having first hand knowledge of where all the cameras are helps. After all I had only been going there my whole life it seems. There was only one school in this dinky town. Really who names a town Little Dude anyhow? So we are the Little Dude Of Texas like why? I mean our team was the Little Dude Ranchers. Someone had a sense of humor. I knew I was going back to school for my teacher who was wrapped around Steven’s fat finger. She would pay for letting him use her classroom to molest me. I got to the school and for a moment I hesitated going into t
The plans for the ugly step loser and my horrific mother had to be 100% absolutely perfect. I had to train myself emotionally for this. I knew they were going to try and turn my sisters against me. I would have to spend months going to my sisters and making sure they are okay and getting more information about what my crazy parents are up to. I have been on my own so long now that it seems natural. If I go through with this who will take care of Anna and Kaylee. I had to find someone to care for them before I could move on. Our Grandmother mysteriously died trying to get custody of me from my parents. That left no one else. I must find a suitable person too care for the girls. As I still have been going out at night taking out anyone else that thinks it’s okay to force themselves on anyone. I must go into town I have nothing left. As I walk through town everyone cowards and hides. In fact the only person not scared of me is Steven. Zoey saw me and at first she was coming to me until sh
I get home and the physical part of my training gets intensified. I don’t know what’s else to do. This is the only way I could think of to help me blow off some steam. I have to get these emotions under control. I have destroyed all of my targets, and I have to make new targets. As I am in the deep woods those are all the materials I have. At least I can make as many targets as I need. If I can’t find a way to somehow control my emotions I will fail at my mission. Feeling the pressure of no mistakes I begin to feel down. This time when I tried igniting the targets everything burned a beautiful Jade Blue yet there was no damage done. In fact the plants that were already damaged seem to heal. I’m so confused I don’t understand. As I went inside to ponder what was going on I started feeling even more alone. Why are the flames a beautiful Jade blue? How did that heal the damage that was already done? Doesn't fire just destroy things? How could it possibly heal anything? Meanwhile Zoey was
Today was going to be my last as it is finally Halloween. I take out my beautiful white dress with colorful feathers and blue roses dress, with fire red lace for sleeves that went all the way down to my wrist aside from the middle where it had a ring to put on my middle finger. I grabbed my cell and my special box and headed to the treehouse to scout if there was anyone still there. As it was empty I headed up and took my final shower and put my special box on the table with a note to Jay stating if he ever cared for me to keep it. Seeming how I charged my phone while I was in shower, it was now on and ready for me to make my calls when it was all over tonight. Wrapped in Jaylor’s blue beach towel I brush out my long thick curly crimson hair before it dried. I never wore my hair down, but tonight was the night to be different. I slipped my dress on and it came down to just above my knees. When my hair had finally dried with the curls it hit right at my hips. I cooked myself one final m
It has been a few months now that Jay and I have been living happily in the treehouse together. I got up expecting today to be like every other day has. When I got up Jay was no longer in bed. I got out of bed and walked down the hall to take a shower. It's super quiet this morning. I don't hear Jay anywhere this morning. It wasn't time to go to town so he should still be here that's odd. I will check the garden after I get dressed. After my shower I brush my teeth and wash my face before heading back to our room to get dressed. When I get back in our room there is a box laid on our freshly made bed on my side. I know this wasn't here when I went to the bathroom and the bed wasn't made. I open the box wondering what the occasion was. As soon as I opened the box there was a note along with a single hybrid rose. The rose was absolutely beautiful fire red on the trim of the petals and a beautiful blue on the base of the petals. This is the most beautiful rose I have ever seen. I set the
After I unfolded the letter I just sat there staring at her beautiful hand writing. How I missed my grandmother. I wished I could tell her everything that was going on. This letter felt very thick. She had used a lilac colored paper and a dark blue pen to write the letter to me. I bend the folds backwards once each and its then that I notice there are multiple pages. Before reading the first page I pulled it off the stack and flipped it over and noticed she used front and back of the page. I go to take a drink of my coffee and when I put it to my mouth and realized I was out of coffee. Jay noticing this grabbed my cup went in the house and fixed me another cup of coffee and brought him a book to read out with him. I smiled at him took a drink of my coffee and put the the page back like it goes and put both hands on it pages one on each side. I let out a sigh I didn't realize I was holding in. Okay Violet get a grip you know that your grandmother left this letter for a reason, I thought
The note from Jay's dad Mr. Swan reads: Violet, you have been like our family for a long time. I'm sorry you are having to read this note instead of me telling you. The fact that you are reading this means I have already passed. I was hoping to be able to take this note off and tell you myself on your birthday. Happy sixteenth VI. I knew your grandmother and father extremely well. When your grandmother passed I received a letter and in this box you will find everything that you will need accourding to that letter. However there is something I must ask of you first sweet birthday girl. Forgive me for not removing you from that household. I tried. Also please look after my Jay and Zo they will need you more than ever now that I am gone. Tell my kids that I am very proud of them and always have been. Make sure that they know I always loved them no matter what. Their mother and them meant everything to me. Vi keep a close eye on Jay I know he's going to take this the hardest. Ensure that h