1. Running away

My forehead break with cold sweat. How i wish i was dreaming right now.. Well, considering the pain I'm feeling on my arm.. I'm pretty sure I'm in a deep, deep scary reality. I look at my wounded arm again and almost throw up, yet again. Thankfully, i hadn't eaten. Else, I'll be needing a bucket or two, nah maybe three to empty my stomach. Because, let's be real here. I eat a lot.

Though, i regress..

Its even a wonder that i could stand upright and didn't faint. I'm used to seeing blood on someone else but me. The gaping wound moves as i move my arm while running. I swear I can see white underneath the hacked meat. Oh God... i hope it's not my bone. I didn't even have time to wrapped my arm after some crazy dudes came bearing ill intention with their sharp and weird looking sword. A sword!!!! Can you believe it? Who used sword in 21st century? And that clothes? God, don't even let me begin. They should be lock for the fashion crimes they committed. Where the heck did these people spawn from? crazy cosplayers group thats high on drugs? I doubt it. The sword looks heavy, and they easily slashed me like cutting a butter. They were well-trained. If it wasn't for the books, I won't even have this left arm anymore. Though rather than losing an arm, I am on the brink of losing my life if i don't stop this blood from running a river down my arm.

I look around to find a place to hide. Where am I you asked? In a middle of a forest. I was recently stressed by my works. Being a capable assistant of my infamous, cold and scary boss, i needed a break. A very long, long break for unforeseen-able duration. Sure, i was the only one who managed to stick with the boss through ups and down. No one stayed with him for more than 1 month. I even have to deal all of the resignation letters myself since the boss, i quote 'i don't need weakling, you handle it'. Each time, i can feel my vein pop as i had to handle his antic constantly. he really need to smarten up and need to remember how he was few years back. His pocket can get thin if he keep on doing like this.

What? You think this is some kind of successful tycoon falling for his assistant Story? Hot and steamy? Sorry to disappoint you. Its freaking not. It seems my life is about to get more interesting in a bad, bad way that i don't like at all.

I prefer winning a lottery, not much. I am decent enough to to asked more. Just a fee million dollars will do. Then i can go to miami, or malibu, or maybe to hawaii... travel around the world,find some hot guy and have fun... but at last, luck is never on my side. The last straw was when some my colleagues became jealous of me for no reason at all-how the heck would I know what their reason is? They are unreasonable people at best- and the boss wife came barging to the conference room like a storm set to lay everything in ruin. (By the way, we were having our important business meeting in the conference room that time. ) she attacked me like a rabid dog, without any explanation. I do not like cat fight. All claws and hair grabbing, i always find that annoying, degrading and embarrassment for women. I much prefer breaking bones and making someone bleed, but I've known this madam that she is way too delicate for even one or two punch. Which is why, i let her scratched and grabbed my hair. I Let her act like a crazy banshee and burn out all of her anger. That's what i did in every martial arts classes I've learned. All the mounting stress, my old buddy punching bag would be my loyal companion To burn out all my anger and stress.

Anger can blind our rationality. And no matter how many mouth try to explain to her, her brain is set dead to hurt me. Her husband went to her and put an arm lock around her. She screamed and cursed few times and get to kick my shoulder. Some workers snickered-that i know who had always hated me-, some look at me with pity, some just feel excited with their hands holding their phones and recording the whole thing.

I cleared my throat, and brush my clothes casually. I saw my reflection from the window and saw how my bun hair fit to house three babies crane bird. Just great. I sigh and took off the bun and my hair cascading low to my waist. The boss gave me his stricken look, as if he's had a foreboding feeling what was about to happen. Thats new look,sadly wouldn't be enough to pardon what happened today.

I sigh and lace my fingers push it forward, cracking it few times. My lips curved upward.

"I herby declare of my resignation from this damn company. And you madam, I'll see you in the court. For those who had planted the gossips, dont think i didnt know who you are. I have proofs, and expect a sue letter from me for slandering my name. I will give it back exactly three fold and make you regret it." For that exactly I was dubbed as The vengeance seeker since I was a little. I may be all sweet smile and calm. But you should never underestimate whats lay under the still water.

"No, Shaskia. Don't you dare leave." The boss voice was hard but there is a hint of fear and pleading in it. I look straight at him and slowly my lips curved upward.

"Good luck, BOSS" we both know who was the brain behind of his accomplishment in his short 8 years building this company. I own almost half of the company shares. No one else knows, not even his wife. And now i am leaving, this company will be no more. Not with his attitude. Not with his overbearing and stupid wife. Not with his greedy and overspending kids. well, i will save him some face and let him keep few hundred millions but not more.

I had sue all of them to rags. And i purchased a piece of land far away from everyone, recuperating and relaxing my mind. Yet after two months here, a group of people magically pop out in my living room and start hacking everything.

They kept on saying one thing.

"Surrender yourself, Tempest!"

I laugh drily. Its one thing to kill me but actually mistaking me with someone else? Wouldn't i be dying a pathetic dead like this? I torn a small piece from my shirt and wrapped it around my arm swiftly, using my teeth and fingers to tighten the knot.

"What a smacking life indeed"