Rumtiger
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Tiger's Tales of Revenge
Part 1
The art of getting back at someone has always been more of a simplistic thing for me, a brutal, savage, almost animalistic way of thinking, someone has wronged you, therefore you must harm them. Such payback has usually been in the form of physical altercations here and there throughout my life, and especially as I have grown into a young adult.
However, there have been times in my life that revenge, payback, or creating harm for what I felt was a just cause required more the use of my mind then my hands, whether this has been due to the circumstances involving the person, the place said person is in...or even the consequences of my actions which I would rather avoid if possible and still carry out my objective of getting at my desired target.
In one such case, said target was my own mother, now I don't want to give the impression I was a bad kid, in fact quite the opposite, I was (am) completely subservient to her, always did what she said, and took my abuse here and there, whether I or anyone else felt it was justified or not. In fact all by my own I usually kept away from the typical stuff a teenager my age would have gone into such as drugs and drinking. Things that an average parent would have been tearing their hair out over, my mother never had to experience with me.
Which would explain just how pissed off at her I was when I decided to do this one particular act against her. Now I have been getting back at my mother in ways like this since about...5, that's as far back as I can remember when I got revenge by deciding to act nice and wash her car for her, only to "accidentally" leave the windows open. Skip ahead about 9 years later. I am 14, and in some freshman art class.
My mom had gone and really pissed me off about something, I remember I was angry enough that I continuously thought about it for about two to three days before I saw an opening. A art project we where doing was to construct a plaster mask, using our own faces as the shape. It was the same stuff they make casts out of that go on a broken arm or leg. When I first got the assignment I had already made up my mind I was not going to cover my face up in any of this shit, and thus my mom became my model by default, convincing her to help me with my homework was of course a very simple process.
It was here that my plan began to hatch.
My mom had informed me that later that night her current boyfriend of the month was going to be taking her out to some awards show that he got tickets to through some connections of his or whatever bullshit line he was trying to feed her. With this in mind I looked to the kit I was sent home with, in it where the plaster materials and whatnot, and also a bit of oil which you where supposed to apply to your face so that the mask would come off easily. Upon seeing the oil my simple idea had bloomed in full, and I quickly chucked the oil into the trash.
technically I was supposed to leave room in the mask for a mouthole and eyeholes and whatnot...but instead I made sure to cover every nook and cranny of my mom's face so I could get a full profile, save for two airholes for her nostrils, leaving her to sit still in the bathroom with her only way of communication being to write on a notepad.
After about 2 hours of leaving my mom to sit there and be quiet I decided the mask was more than dry enough (it was like a bone in the desert at this point) to be removed. I managed to wiggle it off her skin jut enough for me to get a grip, before I began to pull. I heard a few muffled groans at first as the mask began to loosen, and as I tried harder the louder my mom's screams became. It was a bit fortunate that her eyes where covered otherwise she would have seen me basically laughing my ass off and muffling it in my arm. Finally I decided to give one last big tug at the mask and counted to three first so as to prepare her for it.
Upon releasing the mask from my mom's face I heard a very brief ripping sound come from underneath it, and I almost wound up backing myself back right into the opposite wall of the bathroom. When I looked at my mom I noticed a slight difference in her face besides some collected sweat from being smothered under drying plastic for so long, upon looking at the inside of the mask I figured it out. There above the eye areas where two arches of hair, my eyes looking from the mask and then to her again. I had managed to rip my mother's eyebrows completely off her face! I immediately went to my room and began laughing my ass off as I heard my mother make a sudden gasp as she saw herself in the mirror.
My plan was not completely done however, as my mother still had to get ready for her very public date sans eyebrows, I wouldn't realize my plan's fruition until she got back. The best part however, was that I never had to suffer any consequences for this night, after all, for all my mother knew, she was only helping me with my homework and things went awry, you cant punish a kid for helping them now can you?
Strangely enough, I only got a C...maybe I should have gone after my art teacher too.
< Message edited by Rumtiger -- 9/20/2007 10:40:31 PM >
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