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Dark Tales of Vengeance:

Description:Revenge comes in many forms, and in many ways. These are short stories about getting even with bullies, exes who have come back from the grave, and even getting even with evil bosses and coworkers. It even has the original version of The Killer Contract Agency, and Boyfriend Missing; Ex is a Zombie. There is a few short stories featuring Scarlet Summers who is the main character in Being a Vampire in Retail Sucks!, and she is a character that loves getting even with bullying men, and one that features Ella who is an assassin that focuses on getting rid of evil bosses and coworkers. And the added bonus of Jenna who is a witch put under a spell of obsession thanks to her evil ex. Watch as the stories unfold since these are stories of members of The Killer Contract Agency.

 

Excerpt:

Crystal Crest realm the human realm.

I sat in my apartment with my boyfriend by my side, and the memories of my abusive ex still haunt me. All those names he called me, and those women he slept with after we broke up turning him cruel enough to hit me. I got out of there, and moved on. Michael who is my current boyfriend helped me heal from it, and I was flipping through a paper when the headline front page stops me cold.

Jerry Sanderson found dead in apartment suspect is Charlotte Rain who had been dating Jerry for a few years. The two fought when it turns out Jerry was cheating on his girlfriend with another woman.

“I will be over him, Michael because look at the news article.” Michaels green eyes widened when I showed him the article.

“Okay can you stop obsessing over him now? He was a jerk now let it go.”

“I did though, and now I can really move on.”

Michael shook his head, “Well, I know what he did to you, and now you can rest easy.”

I sigh, “Yes, I can now that he is dead.”

He gave me a wicked smile, “And now I am going to do something to make sure he is well and truly dead.”

He has been my boyfriend for a few years, and a powerful necromancer. We had a fight over my ex since the abuse Jerky Jerry put me through still lingered in my mind.  Now he can do something about my ex even though Jerry is dead.

A wet tear fell down my face, and I wiped it off. Michael never came home after the talk. I thought he went to his Mom’s house to cool off, and think about where we will go from here. I called her to talk to Michael, and apologize to him about my behavior in thinking about my ex.

I picked up a phone at my apartment, and dial the number to his mom’s house. It rang and rang until, “Hello?”

“Hi, is Michael there?” I asked unsure of her mind at this point.

“Who are you? And why are you calling my house?”

“It’s Michelle, Michael’s girlfriend.”

“Oh how are you doing, dear?”

“Do you know where Michael is?”

What she said made me nervous, “Oh strange I think he is somewhere else. What are we talking about again?”

“Strange how?”

“He did not walk in the house, but he was here in the yard with a dirty shovel in his hands.”

“And then what else happened?” I ask hoping she would stop being spaced out enough to tell me what is going on.

“He went somewhere carrying a heavy black plastic bag. I could tell he was struggling with it, but when I asked if he needed help he told me to leave him alone. What are we talking about again?”

“We are talking about your son Michael. What happened next?”

“He left after that, and went somewhere, but did not tell me where. He did not even tell me why he is upset which is even stranger because we always talk. I’m feeling really worried about him is he okay? Would you be a dear, and find him for me? Oh well, better get back to housework.”

I thanked her, and told a few little white lies, and hung up.  She seemed out of it probably hopped up on pain medication thanks to her back bugging her all the time. It was probably nothing—she probably just saw him taking out the trash, or something equally noxious, and it hadn’t registered that he already did that. Sometimes she got stuck in her own world, and couldn’t really tell what was happening around her. It was nothing major, right? But… what was he doing with a shovel? I knew he wouldn’t be gardening—he didn’t have a garden. Besides, he lived in an apartment. Odd indeed and it had me freaking out as well.

I thought of all the places where he might have gone. I want to find the answer to this little mystery. I visited all his usual haunts, and I still could not find him, which was weird. Since he never disappeared like this ever, and he at least left a note as to where he will be when he does leave. This case of the missing boyfriend was getting even stranger.

I got the key to his apartment from under the welcome mat; A place he keeps the key just for me. I want to search there thinking he could be inside. I thought he would be anywhere but here considering he hates to be cooped up in the apartment for too long. I checked his art studio, and made sure he was not there to surprise me. A part of me thought he would set up a place, and make me a nice romantic dinner as an apology. That is, so sappy it makes me want to puke; enough of that. I looked around to see if he left anything, and to find clues as to what happened to him. I checked the living room. Nothing. The kitchen yielded no results either.

His bedroom was an entirely different matter altogether. I found a few candles in his drawer, and a Book Of Shadows. A Book of Shadows? That’s a spellbook for witches. What the hell is he doing with one of those? Really I told him to not do it, and does he listen? No. I knew he was into it, but now I have proof he is.  

I even found a key that led to his basement. A part of me screamed, “Don’t do it unarmed you stupid bitch. Do you want to end up dead like all the girls that walk into creepy basements unarmed?”

I laugh, realizing how stupid it is to go into a dark, ominous, and in the spooky basement without a gun or a knife. All the dumb heroines do it in the movies, and then they get killed. I thought that for a moment, and then decided to save myself from the same fate by grabbing Michael’s gun out of his safe. A .45 caliber handgun made by Zack’s Armory. I learned how to fire it thanks to Michael. He taught me how to load,aim for the target, pull back the hammer, and then fire it. He even taught me how to clean it. I got to go with him to the range every Saturday. Of course, if he dies I will not be doing that anymore. I try not to think about that line of thought. I shook my head not really wanting to assume the worst. There must be a logical explanation for what happened to him, and maybe things were not as bad as they seem.

I finally got the courage to open the dreaded basement door, and the basement was huge like an underground Cold War bunker. I turned on the lights to brighten the already dark room. The gun was already loaded with a round in the chamber. The slide was pulled back, and  I aim at the room. I feel kick ass and ready to fire holes in the asshole that hurt my boyfriend… or the boyfriend. You know. Whatever. I search the room for more clues, burned down candles found, and a pentacle etched into the dusty floor. Herbs still going, and smoldering in a brazier? Interesting, he must be doing a ritual of some kind, but there was no sign of him.

I spot another book on the floor the title, “The Idiots Guide to Exorcisms.” Huh? Damn. I had a feeling I know where this is going.

I heard something make a scratching noise. My heart started to pound. I froze up scared out of my mind. I started to panic then I snapped myself out of it because of the Desert eagle in my hand. I pointed the gun in places trying to shoot whatever made that sound. I tried to tell myself it was only a rat—Michael hadn’t reallybeenthatstupid.

A zombie coming towards me it looked like my ex Jerry Sanderson, and it was him. The blonde hair he has is no longer smooth and long, but in patches on his head with his skull showing through. He did not have his alert blue eyes full of laughter; instead they are just black holes in his head. His flesh was coming off his bones, and hanging in places with his intestines hanging out of his stomach. Yuck! I know a zombie when I see one since he even smells like rotting flesh. I flashed back to a scene that made me remember why they eat living people. I  started to panic because I don’t want to get eaten right now.

I aimed and shot at Jerry the Zombie in the heart, and it fell down thankfully. I got close to it to see if it was truly dead. It moved and I aimed for the head, and shoot it until the zombie stopped trying to get up which took 3 shots . The bangs were so loud my ears rang from the noise reverberating up and down my skull. I began shaking, and I looked at the thing realizing it looked like my ex-boyfriend.

I looked over, and who is that I spot? Michael. I found him finally, or he found me. Michael looked like a mess: dirty clothes, dirt in his dirty blonde hair, and a cut on his lip. He looked around noticed the zombie smiled, and said to me, “Hey, Michelle. Good thing I taught you how to fire a gun.” He is not dead, but alive and only injured a little.

“Hey, dumbass,” I reply sarcastically, “don’t ever try to mess with dead things again. I have no idea how you managed to make a zombie when it was an exorcism book. If you try this kind of idiocy again, I will not bail you out. The next time I will not only let it eat you, always assuming that I don’t shoot you myself.”

I glare at him trying to get him to realize how dangerous this stuff was. I doubt mind control would get through his thick skull anyway.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have tried to combine voodoo and exorcism together. You did do a good job with the shooting.”

He hugged me, and I found myself stupid enough to melt in his arms. “I am still mad at you since you could’ve been killed. NEVER do this again, and it could have killed you.”

I smiled, “Lesson learned not to mess with the dead anymore? And to buy me dinner, and roses instead for an apology?”

He nodded, “And by the way, it was your abusive ex I rose from the dead. I thought that was a better way to say sorry then making you dinner, but I will do dinner and roses instead. I am a good necromancer boyfriend.”

I looked at him and smiled. “I do appreciate the gesture since me shooting him did release all the rage I felt toward him for putting me through all those horrible things.”

He gave me closure from the past, and a brighter future to look forward to. Most of all he healed me, and that is something I am very grateful for.

I looked at him, “I love you, and I am sorry for bringing up my evil ex too much. And fighting our relationship by pushing you away.”

He got down on one knee, “Michelle, will you marry me?”

I said the only answer that came to mind. “Yes, I will.”

He kissed me and then I realized we will both have a happy life together.

The End

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The Killer Contract Agency Salina and Carters Story!

 

Description:Novella: Salina Sinclair hunts Malians, an alien species that preys on weak teenagers, making them crazy enough to kill themselves. But after being nearly burned alive by one, Salina is contacted by The Killer Contract Agency. Wielding the powers of The Bracelet and with her mentor, Carter, by her side, she exacts her revenge by taking out the Malians responsible for her near death.

 

But something big is happening with the Agency and operatives are dying. Will she find out what it is before it’s too late, or will the Agency be destroyed?

 

Excerpt:

Chapter 1

First Agency operative: Salina Sinclaire

It was the first day of school, and I was excited to start the school year with my cute

boyfriend, Roger. His good looks made everyone jealous of me for having him before

everyone else had the chance. He had brown hair streaked blonde at the tips, pretty blue

eyes, and a sweet personality to match, which made him a good catch.

I loved his scorpion tattoo and his sexy, muscular body. I had been with him for over

six months, and he made me happy, so happy that I wanted him move in with me. He

opened the door for me, and called me cute names. He was a sweetie, sending me love

notes, and walking me to my locker. He even had a promising future career in the mili-

tary. Things were going great.

The problem started when Laurice came into the picture. The first day of my senior

year, she walked toward me with beautiful long blonde hair and blue eyes with an attitude

that said she thought she was better than everyone else. I hated her from the beginning.

“Hi,” she said in a sickening-sweet voice. “I’m Laurice. I just transferred here. You

must be Roger’s puny girlfriend. Don’t worry; he’ll be mine when the time comes. I

doubt that you can handle a guy like him, anyway.” Then she walked away, and I glared

at her retreating back.

A few weeks later, Roger came to my house to pick me up for a date. I wore a red

dress that accentuated my body and made my eyes pop. My heart beat hard within my

chest as his car pulled up in the driveway and he got out.

Roger was dressed in a tux, making him even cuter than usual. He smiled as his eyes

traveled up and down my body. “You look beautiful today.” Then, his look turned sad.

“We need to talk.”

It was never a good thing when a guy tells you that. My heart stopped, but I tried not

to let it bother me. “Okay, what is it?”

He sighed. “I’ve been seeing someone else, and we’re in love. I want to move in with

her. Let’s face it, you’re a side chick and we’re going to be apart for some time. I think I

have more of a future with her, and she’s the reason why I haven’t been contacting you

much lately.”

I glared at him. “I knew it. You look at her the way you used to look at me. You told

me lies just to use me for a place to stay. I’m happy that you didn’t move in with me yet.

Laurice had no issues about bragging that she was going to get you, and that you told her

you loved her. You told her that you would take her as soon as you saw her. You claimed

that it was to get closer to me, and that you weren’t going to sleep with her, but you lied.

You’re a jackass, trying to fool me into thinking that your brother is talking to me when it

was you. Thanks for saving me from being stuck to a lying douche bag.” I didn’t want to

go through this heartbreak again; it was as if I had just been shot to the chest. It was aw-

ful and bad. Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes. I cannot help it. I wanted him to stay

in my life, but now I didn’t, since he was a lying, cheating asshole. I hated Laurice so

badly that I wanted her dead.

He shook his head. “Laurice was there for me when you weren’t. I would rather be

with someone who wants to stay home for the rest of her life. I was in love with you, but

I love her more because she at least obeys me, and doesn’t argue with me the way you

do.”

I glared at him. “I would hate to be stuck with you for the rest of my life. You’re

such a drama king, blowing everything out of proportion. You have a horrible temper,

and hit stuff when you’re frustrated. You told me to not put up a fuss in the morning, and

you’ve always tried to tell me what to do. I’m better off without you.”

***

A few months later…I opened the door to Southbend High School, and made my

way through the crowded halls to my locker, where students were packed like salmon

swimming upstream. I fought the current to get to my locker, dialed in my combination

on the lock, and opened it.

Black mud suddenly sprayed all over me, smelling like wet garbage on a hot summer

day. The smell of it was beginning to make me puke. It was all over me, in my grey eyes,

and covering my black hair, and my clothes were ruined.

Students surrounded me, and they put their hands to their noses as if they could smell

something horrid while they laughed at me.

I pushed them out of the way, not wanting to deal with their ridicule any longer. I

knew that Laurice was behind it, since she was jealous of me for some stupid reason. It

was always her, and no one else. No one could hurt me this badly and get away with it,

especially not her. I hated her for a reason, and I really wanted her to pay. How could she

do this to me? I knew she hated me, too, but really? Mud in my locker? I wiped the

sludge out of my eyes, hating that bitch with every fiber of my being.

I didn’t go to the rest of my classes. It didn’t matter, anyway, since they were show-

ing nothing but movies. I spread a towel across the car seat so the mud wouldn’t ruin the

interior. I didn’t want to explain to my mom why my car had black stains on the driver’s

seat. The drive to my house was painful since the memories of her pushing me around

still lingered fresh in my mind. I squeezed the steering wheel. Just thinking about that

bitch made me see red. I wanted her dead; she went too far this time. She was a cruel girl

with long sunflower-yellow hair, blue ice cold eyes, and a devious smile that said she

kicked puppies in her spare time. She always dressed in clothes so small that every part

of her body showed. Within minutes, I pulled into the driveway, arriving in record time.

I headed to my room first and the calming scent of lavender hit me. I picked out a

shirt, jeans, and clean socks and underwear to change into after my shower.

My mom, Rose, was home and heard me come through the door. She worked at

home doing data entry, which must be nice. My dad, Steven, worked at a job in a secret

company that he never talked about.

Mom took one look at me and was furious. “Who did this to you, honey? Was it Lau-

rice, the same girl who put pig’s blood in your locker? I don’t want them to brush it off

like they did last time. If I ever see Laurice or her mom in an alley, God help them be-

cause they’ll end up in a body bag for messing with you.”

I nodded. “Yes, it was Laurice Wingfield, the same one who always messes with me.

The same one who went after my ex. But good riddance to him since he was a lying,

cheating asshole who was using me as a side chick.” Her eyes looked away, and I knew

their picking on me finally got to her. First the blood and now the mud; at least she final-

ly saw that they had gone too far.

“Okay, honey, it’ll be taken care of. Go take a shower and I’ll call the principal about

this. By the way, he was a cheating jerk. You can do better. You deserve better since he

didn’t even text you for days at a time. When I think of all the time that you spent crying

over him when he treated you so horribly … and he even blew you off for your birthday,

too! He was not good for you. But, honey, it gets better. My first love cheated on me, too.

You’ll heal from it, and find someone better than him … someone who will call you and

talk to you when you call,” she said with a look in her eyes that can make a child cry. I

never wanted to be on the receiving end of that look since it meant serious trouble. She’ll

get Laurice since it wasn’t the first time that she told the school about the way she was

treating me. If she had to, I knew that she was file a police report. Then, maybe the

school would believe her this time.

I headed straight for the bathroom after the conversation we had together. I stripped

off the mud-covered clothes then put them in a plastic bag that I found underneath the

sink.

As I showered, I thought of all the ways I could kill the bitch who made my life hell.

Instead of thinking about taking the easy way out by killing myself, I made a decision: I

wanted to kill the bully instead. It led me down memory lane, thinking of my ex, Roger.

Roger … the one who cheated on me with Laurice, the one who I loved until I realized

that he was using me. At that moment, I finally realized that he never really cared about

me.

I took my time in the shower, watching as the water fell from the shower head to the

bottom of the tub. The sound calmed me, helping me to drown out the memory of Rog-

ers’s betrayal. After all, he wasn’t worth crying over. I had cried over him too many

times. For months after we broke up, I felt like a zombie, numb from the pain. Heartbreak

hurt more than any gunshot; at least those can be healed. He wouldn’t have cheated on

me the way he did if he cared about me … and with Laurice, no less. After the shower, I

sat on the bed in my room. Tissues were piled up on the side table. A few minutes later, I

slipped into some pajamas and let sleep take me, until Mom woke me when she sat on the

edge of my bed. Her chocolate eyes were welling with tears as she took me in.

“Salina, you’ll find someone better, and the bullying will stop once you’re in college,

I promise. High school is cliquey and college isn’t. Then, you’ll make more friends,”

Mom told me, trying to cheer me up. She understood what it was like, since her first love

left her for some girl that he had knocked up and was forced to marry her. Mom moved

on, though, and found someone better, someone who loved her and adored her.

“Promise, Mommy?” I asked, weak from crying.

She gave me a weak smile. “I promise. Now, I’m going to call the school.” She

pulled me in for a hug and then left. Once she was gone, I took the time to sneak down

the stairs so I could listen in on the conversation, hoping that it would end Laurice’s bul-

lying.

“Hello,” she began. “May I speak with the principal?” She waited. “Thank you.” She

waited and then said into the phone a moment later, “Yes, my name is Rose Sinclair. Sa-

lina Sinclair’s mother, and a girl named Laurice Wingfield is picking on my daughter so

much that she’s coming home from school every day crying. In fact, she came home to-

day covered in mud because of Laurice. In fact, last week, she came home covered in

blood, again, due to Laurice. Something has to be done about this now. Don’t you

agree?” Knowing my mother, she was trying hard to control her temper.

She listened for a bit and then a few moments later, she asked, “Why would you al-

low Malians to be at the school in the first place? They’re dangerous to normal human

children. I thought you didn’t allow them in the Crystal Crest Realm. In fact, we had a

truce with them and they have to leave Crystal Crest alone. But now one seems to be in-

interested in taking out my daughter. You know what this means, don’t you?” she asked.

She listened to someone and then continued, “Okay, and then the truce will be over

and the Agency will get rid of them by using my daughter. Great, just great. Thanks a lot;

that is all I need to know.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

Agency? Using me? What was going on? My eyes widened, knowing that there was

more to the story than what Mom was telling me. But I hurried back to my bed, pretend-

ing that I hadn’t overheard her.

A few minutes later, Mom opened the door, and I pretended that I was asleep. She

closed the door. After she was gone, I followed her and stood in the same place as before,

listening, because I knew what would happen next.

“Steven,” she said into the phone, speaking to my father. “I resolved the bully prob-

lem, but you won’t like how I did it.” She laughed. “Yes, but you won’t like it since it has

to do with the Agency.” She waited a moment. “I know that you don’t want Salina in-

volved with it, but I had no choice.” There was another pause as she listened. “She might

be a Hunter, and you know what that means …”

Hunter? First, Agency, then them using me? What next?

“Well, at least they have mentors to guide her, and teach her how to wield the pow-

ers without her going insane. At least she’s not a Fire Rager Witch. Then we might be in

 

trouble. But her genes are the ones attracting the Malian girl. That can’t be helped, but at

least it’ll sort itself out. She can handle it.”

There was a pause as she listened, then Mom said, “Yes, she can and we can’t inter-

fere since it was the mentor’s job to go over everything with her. All we can do is hope

that everything goes well, and that she will be okay once it happens.” Dad said something

as she listened. Then Mom said, “And I you.”

As she hung up the phone, I thought that my mom must have ingested some drugs.

Malians? Mentors? I felt like I was suddenly thrust into the Twilight Zone as I went back

to my room and slipped under the covers. Soon, I fell asleep not wanting to think about

how everything was now crazy, and that my world had just been turned upside down.

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