Revenge. Through the darkness and thickness of the forest she somehow managed to make her way to the very middle and finally found her spot where she would lay the body to rest.

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REVENGE Shivani Patel Running down the slippery paths, grazing her knees and face, fighting against the rain and for breath every now and then, of course she knew carrying a dead body was not the easiest job she could ever have and quite frankly a very risky job at that. Through the darkness and thickness of the forest she somehow managed to make her way to the very middle and finally found her spot where she would lay the body to rest. Her red hair was glued all over her face, her dark green eyes full of satisfaction, clothes drenched with rain and blood, she was only a day over twenty-four or twenty-five not more, her youth could be seen through her facial expressions and the tall, slender body structure she had, taking one glance around her, convinced that nobody was around for miles, she picked up the shovel she bought along and started to dig away. Rain made it harder to dig as the mud got heavier but she dug deep enough to cover up the body and its odour.         After digging up what seemed to be more than six feet she stopped and climbed back out, sat near the body for quite a while even though the stench of the body was over whelming, and then looked at it one last time quite happy at what she accomplished and then finally rolled the body over to its grave and let go. Immediately after that she stripped down, throwing her shoes, the murder weapons and a small box into the grave and shovelled the mud back in covering up the body and the items along with it. Satisfied with everything done, she took out a brand new beige trouser, a pink shirt, and an old fashioned black leather over-coat; pulling everything on as quickly as possible she started to make her way barefoot back to her car. She was very thankful to the rain today as she knew it would help her cover up any prints left behind.         Finally making it out of the thick forest and trembling all over, she ran towards her car so she wouldn’t be spotted by any passer by. As she got in, she started her engine; screeched her way out onto the motorway and blared the music in her car and thought to herself whether this was good enough or not, “And why shouldn’t it be?” She said aloud to herself, it was just vengeance to her after all. She didn’t care what was to become of her as long as she was happy now. She went into fourth gear, sped up her bright red Lamborghini and was making her way back to her apartment as quick as she could, but as she was driving all that came up right before her very eyes were flashbacks of him pleading, him screaming, the weapons and his body.         As Donna parked her car in the basement, she stayed very still in her seat, she couldn’t get over the images playing again and again in her head, somehow she felt she had a lot of power,
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strength and did what was very right, and then the bright fog-lights and honking of another car made her jump and bought her back to reality. Donna gave a look around the basement wondering if anybody caught her in the condition she was in; with blood and mud all over her hands, in her fingernails, feet and some smeared on her forehead and cheeks but she was relieved. It was just a family she knew, who lived in her building; she waited till they got into the lift then Donna decided to get out. Jumping out of the driver seat ...

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