Anger. Revenge. Hate. All words describing my life. Revenge is probably the bigger one, the one I use on a dail basis. It all started when I was 14. My parents were mudered when I was at a party. I came home and saw my parents dead and bloody on their bed. Child services took me for a while

but, I was soon relocated with my uncle. When I was 18 I left, I moved to L.A. My uncle had told my parents had left money for me, half a million, starting to sound Bruce Wayne aren't I. He told me to go to college I obeyed, I studied criminal justice to hunt down my parents muderer. I graduated and started my real life. I was a cop by day, bounty hunter by night. I woke up at 6 pm, tired, I got in the shower. I let the hot water flow down my back, relieving all my pain. I got out and looked at myself in the mirror. Ha, it's funny aren't cops supposed to be really ugly. Well I made an exception to that rule. I was petite but, tall. Curvy but skinny. I had such shiny black blue hair. My beauty helped when I was dealing with the pervert muderers.

This was my night job. Hunting down the scum of this city, my beauty worked, the scum nevered questioned if I was cop, I was too pretty. Hmmm, flattering. I brushed through my hair, and went to my walk in closet. So many choices, but I was going to a night club so, red dress and black feather boa, with red stiletos. I decided I should probably wear a wig, don't want to blow my cover. I put on a short brown hair wig. I looked awfully cute. Perfect. I slid in easily to the short red dress, and put on the stiletos. I grabbed my clutch purse and put a hand gun in there. I grabbed the feather boa off the rack and headed out.

The party was loud and very colorful. I was very surpised by the variety of these people, they were really rich people, probably gangs.

"Excuse me," I said, putting my hand on the bartenders, "Do you know where I can find the boss man."

"Uh... Yeah, up t-those st-t-tairs and t-to the the the, uh left," He stammered. Told you I was pretty.

"Thanks," I said. I turned my heal and walked up the winding staircase. I never had to say excuse me once, they just stammered to the side. I opened the door, and say a small man with black hair sitting on a red couch with two women gushing over him. He saw me and ordered his women to wait outside for him. They left him gently, and gave me a dark look.

"How may I help you, sweetheart," He said pouring himself a martini.

"I was just wondering," I headed towards him, sliding my boa off putting it around him, I grabbed his collar playfully, "If maybe, you could help me with something."

"Y-yeah,w-what do you n-need?" He said stammering I as I inched closer. With an abrupt motion I grabbed his collar hard and lifted him off the ground.

"Did you know these people?" I said pinning him against the wall and holding up a picture of my parents.

"Whoa, GUAR," I cut him off short by smacking his head against the wall. Hard.

"I asked you a question, scream again, and I'II do it again. Did you know these people?" I screamed.

"Years ago, I heard something about them having some connection with the gang," He said.

"Which gang?" I growled.

"I don't know," I smacked his head against the wall.

"WHICH GANG!!?" I screamed.

"I don't know which one, I just remember my buddy talking about these people, he said they were really rich, thats all I know, thats all I know, please don't smack my head again,"

"What's this buddy of yours name?" I asked.

"I don't remeber it was," I cut him off again my punching his nose, breaking it.

"What was his name or I throw you out the window," I said.

"His name was David, uhh Williams," He said. I smacked his head against the wall.

"You lie, what's his real name, tell me or the window!" I screamed, the women would be back soon.

"His street name is Ice, but his real name is Willard Burns, he lives in New York, go to King street and ask anyone for Ice. They all know him, Please let me go," He begged.

"Okay, I'm done with you but, if I see my picture on the news I will come back and kill you. Trust me I will," I wasn't really worried about having a sketch of me on the news, I was wearing a wig, and make up I rarely wear. I'll just remember not to wear this dress for about a year.

I dropped him and ran towards the window. I saw a ladder and grabbed on, I slid down and heard him yelling for the guards. I jumped the 15 feet left. He and his guards peered over, I looked up and blew him a kiss before I ran down the alley. I ran so fast giggling that he was so vonerable. My red ferrari was waiting at the end. I pulled out my keys and hit the unlock. That guy was so funny, I thought. I opened the door and slid gracefull in. I pulled off my wig and headed home. It was midnight when I got home. I was gonna work the early morning shift down at the station and the fly to new york.

It was weird how much money I had lying around. It was mostly because when I killed a gang member he usually had a lot of money on him, 400, 1000, one guy and 5000. I take it from time to time. Usually when I want a new gun, or when I need to fly somewhere, kinda just took it when I needed it. The police job was good, it payed my mortage and bills. I spent half of my parents fortune on my down payment and my education, I left the rest in the bank to use when I needed it. Lets face it, I had a lot of income. Easily six-figure, it was different each year. It was really a six-figure basic, cope job and stealing. Mostly cop thing, but when I needed it, I had an extra income.

At one I was dressed, and I headed to work. My shift ended at 10, which was when I was gonna go to the airport. Work was dull, stuff happened but, I never had to go, it was pretty simple stuff, like drug bust, speeding, house fire. Not much. Ten o'clock came and I left. I went home first to change. I changed into a nice warm long sleeve, and a tight pair of jeans. I put on sneakers, I was too tired for heels. I packed a dress, and hoodie. I wasn't planning on spending the night in New York, but I cancled my shift tomorow at work just in case. I took a cab because I honestly didn't want my car jacked. I didn't pack a gun, that would be too much of a hastle, I'd just get creative there, I was too tired to think of anything difficult.

The cab driver stopped and I got out, I paid him 30, I didn't care if that wasn't enough or not. I bought a ticket quick, they didn't care because I told them my mother just died, oops, I'm ten years off. Oh well, what they don't know won't kill them. I borded the plane and settled in for a nap. I put my head phones in and listened to music to drown out all the other noises. I was half asleep when I heard screaming.

"Get on the ground!!" A man screamed. He looked at me, "You too, get on the ground." He pointed the gun at me, I just looked at him, I wasn't even scared.

"Really? High-jacking a plane?" I asked.

"I said, GET ON THE GROUND!!" He screamed his face getting red.

"No thank you," I said and looked at my mp3 player.

"I'll shoot you, I will, now get on the ground!" He screamed, the other lady on the ground mouthed "come on!"

"And I said, NO THANK YOU!!!!" I screamed this man was short, I easily towered over him. "Now, I'm tired and I just want to sleep, I refuse to listen to you!!! Now put the stupid gun down so I can get some sleep!!!! Yeesh!" The man stepped back automatically intimitated by my booming voice. I sat back down.

"Lady, I don't want to shoot..." I stopped him and smacked the gun out of his hand and punching him right in the face. His nose bled uncontrolably. I put my foot on his throat, and kicked the gun out the way.

"Now please let me get some SLEEP!!!" I screamed. The guards came out and hand cuffed him.

"We will now be making an emergency landing," The pilot announced.

"No, um excuse me, I'm a cop, can I just keep this man under my control, so we can go straight to New York?" I asked pleading, I didn't want to have to cancel another shift.

"I'm sorry but we have to land," The stuartess said.

"Ok, but bring th convict over here," I said.

"Umm," She was worried, she didn't want to get near him.

"Okay, thats fine, I'll move," I said, I got up and sat next to him, he was all alone except for the guard like people. "Hello."

"Hi, you broke my nose," He complained.

"Don't Hijack a plane, and maybe it would stay unbroken," I suggested.

"I didn't want to, I just am so sick of the service and the people I wanted to boy cot it," He said.

"Ahh, I see, well try making picket signs, or maybe filing a complaint. This will get you nowhere, except jail," I said, my cop side coming in.

"I thought this would give them a serious wake up call," He said, hopefull.

"No, they'll be just as mean as before. But this time they'll be mean with bigger guards," I said.

"This was such a stupid idea," He said, shaking his head.

"It's not your fault, you didn't know there was a cop onboard," I said, "Next time, file a complaint, no hijacking k?"

"Okay..." He said. The little sign went up to put your seat belt on, I put his on for him. I put mine on and the plane inclined back towards the ground.

I got off and went straight to buy a ticket to New york. I found out we didn't get very far, we landed in Denver. DIA was very busy.

"Excuse me, I need one ticket to New York," I said to counter lady.

"Oh okay, the next flight leaves in three hours," She said cheerfully.

"Three hours!?!" I screeched. Ugh, better call the boss.

"Im sorry, you could just hang out here for a little, it won't be so bad," She said, trying to cheer me up. It wasn't working.

"Okay, I'll just get something to eat,"

Huh, it had been like two days since I've eaten or like drank something, thats probabaly why I have a head ache. I got my tickets and headed to get some lunch. It was easy to get distracted and forget about food. I didn't like food, I thought of it as a time waster, I usually just drink a energy smoothie and thats it. I don't eat much, kinda why I'm awfully petite. I just don't eat, not a very food oriented person. I just forget, I'm a very busy person. I headed over to the food court like area and weighed my options. If I got something at starbucks I'll be hungry still. Taco bell, aka dog food. Burger king? More like burger puke. I went to wendys and ordered a salad and a water. I picked of all the chicken and ate the lettuce plain. I drank the water fast, and had anothe one. And another, then I was done. I wondered around all the strange shops before I decided I had wasted enough time and that I needed to got through security and board my plane.

Security was fast and easy. I boarded the plane and finished my nap.