Here's how it went down: Jason, a hero, was given the task of winning the fleece. He received help from all of the celebrated heroes like Orpheus and Hercules. After a bunch of adventures, Jason and the Argonauts eventually reached the land of the fleece. Here, Jason got help from the King's daughter, Medea. She was secretly a sorceress and drugged dragon. By doing so, she and Jason got away with the treasured prize. Later on, however, Jason and Medea had a "falling out" aka he deserted her and she grew vengeful. Medea slaughtered their own children and coaxed Jason into sleeping under an old tree - the same tree that the ship they sailed on had been made of.
A movie/book that tells a classic tale of revenge would be Stephen King's Carrie. Basically, Carrie is a very quiet girl raised by her extremely religious mother. One day, she discovers she got her first period. Being as sheltered as she was by her psychotic mom, she has nooooo idea wtf is going on. Okay, I'm about to go on a tangent. But to be honest, like, who wouldn't freak out? I've always wondered what the first women of the world thought when they just randomly started bleeding out of their vagina...like how do you NOT overreact...Anyway, Carrie gets made fun of by all of her terrible classmates and discovers that she holds telekinetic powers. Long story short, she is voted prom queen and in her moments of sweet bliss and happiness, she has pig blood splashed all over her. Now, this was just not okay. So she decided the best thing to do in the situation was to lock everyone in the gym and burn the school down...and her house...and a couple cars...oh and you can't forget about the ENTIRE FREAKING TOWN, TOO. So, if that's not just the greatest and most exaggerated story on revenge out there...I don't know what is.
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| LOOK AT HER FREAKING EYES |
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