The Irony of Revenge

The powerful blows from the hammer fell on the victim's body with sickeningly wet thuds. Cries of protest and fear died down after the first few hits and now there were only whimpers and moans that escaped the tangled mess of what was left of her face.

At first Chanel felt elated by the destruction of her competitor’s beauty, bit by bit she had smashed away all the appealing aspects of that lying whore's body. Slowly and painfully she broke that slut's face just as that slut had taken away her perfect life. First Chanel lost her top student status, and then she lost her head cheer leading position, then her boyfriend and then her friends. All of those she lost because of Lynn. Lynn. The word brought an acidic taste to her mouth and made bile rise from her stomach.

But once the life had been pounded from Lynn's body she was again possessed with rage. Over and over the heavy hammer fell on the body, with no two blows falling in the same spot, until it resembled an oozing sack of worthless meat instead of containing the lithe beauty it previously possessed.

Shame flooded Chanel's face as the realization of what she had done stealthily crept into her mind. Now what was she to do? The only answer was to run, disappear and leave her life behind. The only answer was to give up exactly what she had killed for.