Violet’s Revenge starts

        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?