He held the gun out in front of him, the dark metal glinting in the small amount of moonlight. His steps were slow and careful, almost silent. Almost. He heard a click behind his skull and her gun made a ring of cold on the back of his head. It's her. "Give me the gun." She spoke calmly but there was nothing peaceful about it. He clenched his jaw, "I'd really rather not." A short laugh escaped her lips, "You are valuable to me Tom but not to that extent, I will kill you without hesitation," He didn't doubt her for a second.
Her name is Levaine Raekiveld and she used to be a detective for the UK. She had always shown great skill in her career, she was intelligent, observent, she was fast and agile and she was the best shooter we had. Nobody ever suspected the best and most trusted detective to be such a fantastic murderer. She'd already killed all the other decent detectives which left Thomas with a mixture of disappointment and relief to be alive.
He took another deep breath and brought the gun down to his side. "Come on, drop the damn thing you moronic worm." Her voice became quickly aggresive and Thomas immediatly dropped to gun, the sound of the steel hitting the road being the only sound he could hear. "Good. Now why don't you face me, huh?" Because you're crazy. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and slowly shuffled his feet around to face her.
She didn't look any different and that killed him inside. She was the same old Lev that he knew back then, just a few months ago. It felt like such a long time. "Tom, grow some balls. You look like you just saw a puppy get slaughtered." Same little nose that turns up at the end, same taunting smirk, same long dark hair and curved eyebrows, same hazel eyes that would squint when she smiled, same Lev. His friend. Except this time she had the gun pointed at him. Levaine let out an annoyed sigh, "Yes, it is I, lord Farquad now shut your cakehole, I think you unhinged your jaw." Thomas snapped his mouth closed and refrained from letting out a whimper. "Okay Tommy boy, I need you to tell me where the rest of that pathetic little search team is that you so bravely parted with to find me, okay?" He grit his teeth together once more and kept his stare at the road, "No. I won't do that." She shoved her gun, oh how she loved that gun, under his chin and forced him to look at her. She brought her face in close with her jaw clenched similarly to his and all of her features were twisted into an angry snarl. Levaine spoke quietly but with an aggressiveness that sent terror at the best he'd felt it slam into his chest like a truck. "You will tell me Tom or so help me you will be found with a smile cut into your face and more blood around you that you even knew you had. Tell me were they are." He took a step backwards, hands trembling, throat dry and tight, eyes wet with tears. He tripped, fell to the ground, scraping his back but he barely felt it. He scrambled away from her approaching steps. Levaine gripped his shirt and pulled him up, bringing him in close again, "Oh Tommy boy, you're still a cowardly little mess, aren't you?" His tears began to fall. She laughed as a maniac would and swiftly grabbed his arm. "Have you even felt real pain before?" His eyes widened and she broke his arm right there. He yelled in both pain and in hopes the others would find him. He crashed to his knees, cradling his arm, the immense pain draining him quickly. "Has mummy kept you from the pain of the real world?" She kicked his arm and he fell onto his back with a scream. "Where are they!" Her voice was frustrated, almost a scream of her own.
"I don't know!" He screamed, a desperate grab for help but nobody could.
"Liar!" She screeched. Levaine fired her gun and it struck his thigh. He screamed again, louder. The edges of his vision were blurring and darkening. He yelled. A wordless primal yell of pain. "I SWEAR I DON'T KNOW!!" Everything was quiet for a moment. Thomas remained lying on the road, hissing and grunting in pain whenever he moved but Levaine stood there. She was unmoving, creating no sound. She started walking slowly towards him. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for agony to arrive, tears still streaming down his face. She spoke clearly, void of emotion. However, as she spoke, she spoke with a smile. "Then, Tommy boy, you are of no use to me." Thomas' eyes opened immediately and then- he died. She shot him straight in the head, the last thing he ever saw was that smile and her eyes squinted shut like they always were when she smiled.
A/N:
Okay so I got a bit carried away. This was my first time writing about a villain at all so yeah, oops? Also, this was my first time writing in third person so tell me how that went if you have some time. I used a misnomer here because honestly my name just isn't cool enough to be a villian and I am weirdly interested in names so eh. The back story is also obviously not true although that would be awesome, minus the murderous part of course, speaking of which a reminder that like I said, I got a bit carried away so no I'm not insane. If I were really a villian I'd probably cry when the scary policeman punched me in the nose. So yeah, I hope you enjoyed that in a non-narsisstic way and I'll talk to you next time, bye guys.
