Author's note: Finally, the revenge has come. This chapter is about 50% longer than my other two chapters, but since my chapters are so short, anyway, I hope you won't mind. Enjoy Kristen's revenge!
Years of hard work, all about to pay off. The upperclassmen told Kristen that the initiation ceremony was as rigorous as the last five years, but she was ready. One thing lingered in the back of her mind, but she didn't let him get in her way. Spencer might have been the reason she joined, but he was not going to be her only goal. She had the future of innocent lives to defend.
"Kray, have you started your tests yet?" Alex, the only other recruit from her year that matched her skill, asked. "I passed the maps test, barely. Why does that even matter when we have maps built into our visors?"
"Imagine a mission without a visor," Kristen joked. "Anyway, I took the endurance test, but I haven't gotten the results yet I'll probably take the combat test today."
Alex snorted. "That'll be easy for you."
"What about you?" Kristen asked. "What's next?"
"I don't know. Maybe the endurance test," Alex said. "What's your 'test' mission?"
"Some drug dealer. His name is 'Star-Lord.' Pretty stupid," Kristen laughed.
"Lucky. I got some pedophile. Why do people have these problems when they can have anything they want?"
Spencer's ugly face flashed before Kristen's eyes and she wondered what was wrong with people like him. "Don't know. Glad we get to put an end to their misery."
"Yeah. See you at break," Alex said, heading to the track.
"See you!" Kristen said. She ran to the cafeteria, grabbing a quick snack, and jogged to her next test. Combat. Super easy. She broke every combat record ever held by any woman, and a few for the whole human race.
"Kristen Grant, right?" Dr. Peck asked. "You're the legendary girl?"
Kristen blushed. "Yes. I'm ready for whatever you throw at me." She stepped into the combat arena.
A man dressed in all gray greeted her with a hard slap on the hand. "Are you ready, Grant?" Kristen recognized the voice.
"Yes, Stevenson." Her instructor nodded and stepped five paces back. Kristen analyzed the situation and as soon as the whistle was blown, she attacked.
A serene mode washed over Kristen as she watched each if Mr. Stevenson's attacks and countered them. Sound and pain meant nothing, and a stark momentum drove her forward until Stevenson was panting on the floor in a choke hold. The normal progression of time returned, but the exhilaration was still there. That was what made fighting fun.
"Let's say you passed," Mr. Stevenson said, "with flying colors. You should probably do your test mission today."
"But I haven't completed all my tests yet!" Kristen pointed out. "I still have maps, weapons, and–"
"We all know you can do all these things perfectly well," Mr. Stevenson said. But Spencer Stenmark has kidnapped a teenager, and you're the perfect candidate to catch him. Dead or alive."
"What about the drug dealer?" Kristen asked. "Isn't it important to track him down?" Her breathing quickened. No matter how hard she tried, that sneaky bastard always caught up with her. At least this time, she had a very good excuse to destroy him.
"Don't worry about that. We can always assign someone else to that case," Mr. Stevenson said. "Everyone good is on the case of the forest fire, so only trainees are open. You're the best trainee."
"Okay," Kristen said. "What's the info?"
Mr. Stevens handed Kristen a folder. "This is everything we know about him. The target is not trained, but if he engages you, get rid of him."
"When should I leave?" Kristen asked. She leafed through the pages, finding this was the same Spencer who tormented her in school.
"Whenever you're ready, but make that as soon as possible," Mr. Stevenson stressed. "The intel is time sensitive."
"Okay. I'm ready," Kristen said. She was more than ready. She was completely prepared. She'd been waiting for this chance for the last eight years.
Her intelligence told her Spencer was staying at the Sweet Suite, a shady place notorious for trouble. He had told his friend he was, "taking this uncooperative but cute young girl," there and the government picked it up. They always did.
Kristen drove into the place at midnight. There was not a soul out of place in the motel's parking lot, and Kristen fingered her gun. She remembered doing a similar thing the day Spencer moved. The connection calmed her, knowing she had been planning this forever. Kristen knew she was ready.
Quietly, Kristen walked the dangerous meters from her car to room 213. She knocked forcefully. A scream escaped from inside, followed by a loud bang, then footsteps. The door opened as much as the chain lock allowed it.
"Who's– Kristy, even cuter than before!" Spencer shouted. "You're here to join the party, right? Who found you? Scott? Jason?"
"What are you up to, Stenmark?" Kristen hissed.
"So are we on a last-name basis, now, Garrett?" Spencer smiled in his sick way.
"It's Grant." Kristen pushed the door and the chain snapped. Cheap security is no security, Kristen thought. "Who's here?"
Seeing Kristen's uniform, Spencer stumbled back in shock. "No… No one," he choked. "It's okay. I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of it."
"Where is Jessica Williams?" Kristen demanded. The lump on the bed squeaked.
"Shut up– Um, who's Jessica?" Spencer shook. "I have no idea–" Kristen marched past him and carefully uncovered the blankets. A shivering brown haired girl peaked from underneath.
"Are you Miss Williams?" Kristen asked kindly. The girl nodded. Suddenly, Spencer rushed up behind Kristen and grabbed her in a chokehold.
"If you don't say anything, I will let you go," Spencer hissed into Kristen's ear. Kristen fought panic and relaxed her muscles, getting ready. "That's it, girl. I won't hurt you too bad." Spencer loosed his grip slightly.
That's when Kristen struck. She spun so fast, the fingers around her neck didn't matter. Kristen punched Spencer hard in the nose. The bones and cartilage crunched under Kristen's knuckles, so different from a game she almost flinched. Keyword, almost.
If the target engages you, get rid of him, Mr. Stevenson had said. As much as Kristen wanted to show Spencer she wasn't the useless fourth grader she used to be, orders were orders. But her orders were also dead or alive. That meant preferably dead. Kristen figured her uniform was enough to tell Spencer how far she'd come.
Still reeling from the massively destroyed nose, Spencer spun in circles, cursing loudly. With a smooth motion, Kristen pulled out her gun out of its holster and fired.
The spark of satisfaction lasted only a second. Blood bloomed on Spencer's dirty white shirt, followed by a high scream. Not from Spencer. Spencer fell, staring incredulously at Kristen, not sure of what he was seeing. Jessica screamed. In the heat of the moment, Kristen had forgotten all about the thirteen-year-old girl.
Kristen turned from Spencer to the mess of a human being huddled in a mass of blankets. She rushed next to the poor little girl, carefully untangling her from the blankets, finding that the girl only wore a loose-fitting gown.
"It's okay, Miss Williams," Kristen soothed. "I'm from the police." She gave the girl her First Responder badge. "I'll be taking you to a hospital, where you would be reunited with your family." With the mention of family, the girl started crying.
"What's wrong, Jessica? Everything's okay now," Kristen said, heaving the girl out of bed. Jessica shook her head. "It's okay. Tell me what's wrong."
Shakily, Jessica pointed at Spencer's body. "My mom. He, my mom. No…" the girl trailed off.
"Slow down, it's okay," Kristen said. "We'll help you out any way you need." She took Jessica outside and placed the girl in the backseat of the car. "I'm going to drive you to the hospital. You can tell me what happened, slowly if you need to, and we'll contact your family."
Suddenly, Jessica's face became stone, and she stopped crying. "Thank… Thank you," she stammered. "He… He killed my mom."
Kristen took the girl's hand. "We avenged her, didn't we? Come on, you look tired. Why don't you rest a bit?"
Jessica nodded and curled in the back of the car. Kristen smiled for the first time that night. Finally, she got her long-planned revenge, and she even saved an innocent girl while at it.
There you have it. She killed Spencer. Tell me if that was satisfying enough for you all. Thank you all for reading this through to the end.
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