Revenge

"Yes Mr.Forrester," she said sweetly, and slid her cell phone into her pocket. She walked along the streets, quietly humming a song. The crickets chirped, and she looked a strangely eerie sight-her hair was too fragrant, her eyes were too uinquely-shaped. Her clothes were too tight and even her sandals looked creepy. She looked like she should be locked up in a limousine and left there to rot along with her cell phone. She didn't belong to the era. She belonged to some far away time. She looked like she was a queen from a time long ago.1

She felt angry, hurt, sad, and vengeful, all dark qualities, but she had a plastered smile on her face. She looked stangely like a clown. He could see her as she walked. He felt scared, and his stomach was squirming. Was she really what she claimed to be? Or was there going to be someone jumping out and saying "Fooled you!" He knew her intentions were not good. They were murderous. He turned away from her maniacally grinning face. He decided to go and meet her before she tried to find him. To imagine her hiss-like voice calling out his name...2

She had approached him two weeks ago. To him, she only seemed like another date. To think that her looks actually appealed to him then! He had that vague feeling of having known her, of having seen her somewhere a long time ago. This only added to the mystery of whom she was and where had she come from. She had opened up the terrifying secret to him easily-he wasn't who he thought he was.He was just another birth of the same person. She had been waiting for a long time for him. To take her revenge on the person responsible.3

She quietly took his hand, as if to draw some comfort. However, she found them sweaty and shaking. Her eyes were quick to narrow into a frown. She glared at him. "I thought we had already talked about this. Are you scared?" He could detect the faint hint of anger in her voice. He gulped. "No." "Good," she said, her eyes relaxing.She pulled him into a kiss and drew back. He felt strange after the kiss. It was as if some part of him had loved her for years and years.4

They stopped outside the mansion. She deftly murdered the watchguard, hacking him from the back. He felt a sense of deja vu. This had happened before. A thousand years before. He struggled to shake the sense of being Pictus. But he was already feeling like him, as if he was wearing the same white robes, as if his head was adorned with the same jewel-encrusted turban. He could slowly feel the memories coming to him. Jameses. Jameses had betrayed him, and stolen the throne. The power of the desert warlord filled his arms.5

Suddenly, the whole world changed. It wasn't night in New York. It was a sunny day in a desert, with the sand blowing around his feet. He had recently defeated the enemy, and had entered his tent. Jameses had served him the poisoned wine, and killed him. Jameses had betrayed him, and joined the enemy. He could hear the distant screams of a woman, his mistress. He slowly came back into focus. He turned to her. She whispered ,"Master." He looked into the shining gates. His eyes were black, and looked like a pool of ink. 6

He entered the mansion. Forrester was talking on the phone. "Yes, Macduff, the deal will be finalized tommorrow. Tell Kate to come, or else she is fired." He was in his late twenties, with short brown hair and electric blue eyes, a very powerful businessman. Some part of him was asking him, "Why would you kill a man who probably doesn't even know he is the incarnation of Jameses?" But her desire for revenge seemed to have infected him. He had to kill Forrester, and satisfy what Pitcus' soul had been craving for the past one thousand years.7

Forrester spun around, and on seeing her, gave a little cry. "Delilah," he said, smiling, and walked over to her and gave her a kiss. Jealousy instantly surged through his veins. How dare he kiss his lover? But revenge would be taken. "Who is this, Delilah? You never said you would be bringing someone else." "This is Adam," she said sweetly. "A client of mine. He would like to buy a few shares...Remember, I was talking about the businessman yesterday?" "Oh yes," said Forrester. "Come Adam, lets have a glass of wine, shall we?" "Sure,"he said. This was history repeated.8

"Let me bring the wine," said Delilah winking. She quietly beckoned to him. "Take this," she hissed, handing him a sharp, cold knife. "You know what to do. Kill him. Do not spare him. I shall say that he killed himself." Adam nodded. He had full faith in Delilah's plan. He went and sat down by Forrester, who had picked up the phone again. "Kate, I just want to tell you that.." He stopped abruptly on seeing Adam's face looming above him, a knife in his hands. "Kate, I'll talk to you later." He looked up fearfully, and his gaze traveled down as he moved the knife down Forrester's throat.9

"Wwwh-hhatt ddoo yoouuu wanntt?" stammered Forrester weakly. Delilah brought the glasses of wine from the kitchen and placed one of the glasses in front of Forrester. "You have a choice. Drink the wine and die a painless death or have your lungs ripped out and die a painful one. Look, we are being merciful on you." "Delilah, please, listen, is he your boyfriend? Look we can seperate if you want, but please..." Delilah gave a cry of agony, and was about to forcibly open his mouth when Adam stopped her.10

"This isn't right," he said shakily, realizing that he was Adam, not Pictus. Delilah was mad. How could he kill a man he did not know? But Delilah's eyes filled up with tears. "Pictus, why? He killed you, and I simply want to destroy he who parted us, and did not allow us to spend our lifetime together. Please, try to understand." But he shook his head firmly, adamant. "Delilah, this is wrong, and you know it." "Fine then," Delilah snarled. She grabbed the knife from his hands and walked furiously towards a cowering Forrester, who was trying to escape from the front door.11

It was then that he suddenly realized the horrifying truth. Pictus's spirit took over him. He gave a sudden roar. "Delilah!" he screamed. She smiled again. "Master, you're back!" she said finally, trying to embrace him. But he pushed her away. "Give me the knife!" he growled. She happily handed over the knife over to him. "Kill him!" she said, trying to spur him on.12

"My murderer shall pay," he said. "No!" screamed Forrester, and shielded his face. But instead, Adam plunged the knife deep into the farthest reaches of Delilah's blackened heart. The same Delilah who had used her wiles to charm him, and who had poisoned his wine. He had blamed Jameses for his death, but his betrayed heart knew the truth-Delilah was the culprit. And as he sank down, sobbing into the ground, Pictus's soul finally laid down to rest as Delilah screamed in hell.13