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I’ve never told anyone the story before behind The Killer Contract Agency, and I should since it’s a story many people can relate to. I was bullied a lot in middle school and high school. They were awful to me making fun of my height, and gossiping about me behind my back. I hated it, and it made me so angry I wrote a story about me getting revenge on them. They made me that angry…I spent a ton of time writing it, and I had it with me during my yearbook class. A girl in school read it, and turned it in to the teacher. The teacher turned it into the counselor, and then I was called in the office. They had the vice principle, school psychologist, and even the cop too. They asked me about it, and I told them it was a work of fiction, and that I really don’t plan on hurting them at all. At the time I don’t even know where the bullies live much less would go out of my to do that. They told me why couldn’t I write about happier subjects. It was stupid too, and I wound up revising it some.
I made it to first person, and changed the story so it wouldn’t seem like she was a cold blooded killer. I added romance and some more stuff to make it work and then it was better then it was before more updated too. They also called my mom, and she told them that she was the one who told me to write it in the first place. I’m happy it’s over, and I look back on it and laugh. I see the same teacher and a part of me wishes to tell her about it, but then I don’t because it’s when I’m at work. A part of me will though, and high school was horrible for me. I know I’m not the only one who was bullied. It’s horrible and unfortunately it doesn’t stop after high school. The best way to deal with it is take the high road and ignore it, or you can find an insult horrible enough to make them leave you alone. I tried apologizing to a bully just to stop the drama and bullshit she was causing her reply, “Don’t waste your breath it’s not worth it.” Too bad I can’t make work bullies go away easily since I’ve been having issues with that I tried standing up for myself and unfortunately me getting frustrated leads to me crying since I can’t go off on them…It’s one reason why I can’t wait to stop working retail since it has more drama behind the scenes then a barrel of monkeys. I’ll show you what I mean in the book Tales from Behind the Counter.
Here is the description of it:
Salina Sinclaire is a Malian hunter, and after she is nearly burned alive by one she is contacted by The Killer Contract Agency. Wielding the powers of The Bracelet, and with her mentor Carter by her side she exacts her revenge by taking out the Malians responsible for her near death.
After dispatching a Malian something big is happening with the Agency, and Operatives are dying. Will she solve it before it's too late? Or will she fail and the Agency as she knows it is destroyed?
We left, and I headed to the records office to get the file of the bully that stole my ex-boyfriend, and tried to kill me; the one who tricks and kills humans for pleasure. Everything I’ve been doing lately led to this moment. Since her lackey was dead, it was time to stop her once and for all. Once she’s dead, my past can finally be laid to rest. But in my heart, I knew that I wasn’t just doing this for me. By killing her, I would be saving many human lives.
I hurried to the Records Room on the first floor with Carter by my side. I opened the door to the room, and Zack was sitting behind his desk.
“I need Laurice Wingfield’s file,” I said. Once it was finally in my hands, a thrill of excitement ran through my body. The manila folder was like the Holy Grail of missions. I was finally going to quench my thirst for revenge on her. And after this, I will be free of my contract. Then, I can go on with my life. I’m definitely taking a long vacation with Carter after this and will get plenty of much needed rest.
“Let’s go to my room, and we can plan the kill there,” I said to Carter. “This is the moment that I’ve been waiting for.”
“Your wish is my command,” Carter said as one corner of his lips curled into a smile. “This is your kill after all, and it will allow you to move on with your past. Not to mention, you’ll be saving the lives of many humans.” Then he placed his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. “This isn’t just about revenge; it’s about saving people, too.”
I nodded, understanding. No matter what she did to me, the most important thing was that we were going to be saving many human lives.
We took the elevator to my room on the third floor. I sat on the bed with the file in my hand. This is it ... the moment that I had been waiting for. I now get to know all her dirty little secrets. I opened it and flipped through the pages,
Name: Laurice Wingfield.
Type: Stormer; can control lightning, cause hurricanes and tornadoes. Volatile level: 5
Emma Johnson, 19: Killed to alienate Salina Sinclare, but she really wanted Salina dead to prevent her from becoming an Agency operative. Laurice friended her after she found out that she was one of Salina’s good friends. Her body was found with a gunshot wound to the head. Jealousy played a big factor in her death. She didn’t want Salina to have any friends and was jealous of anyone close to her.
Roger Anderson, 18: Laurice used him to make Salina jealous with him, toying with his emotions. He was Salina’s ex-boyfriend, and Laurice slept with him in an effort to make Salina kill herself. Roger was a toy to Laurice. She used and abused him to get what she wanted.
The list of her victims went on and on until it finally came to me.
Salina Sinclaire, 18: Laurice tried to take everything away from her, like her boyfriend and best friend out of jealousy. But it failed, since she is still alive. Laurice placed mud in her locker, and tried to burn her alive in order to get rid of the last of the Sinclaire line.
After I told Carter what was in her file, he smiled. “You deserve your revenge on her since she killed the people that you care about. What is her address?” he asked as he looked over my shoulder and I told him. “That’s near where my ex-wife used to live.”
“You know where this is?” I asked. It was an address in Luxor. Carter nodded. “Let’s go take her out. I’ll drive.”