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Bitter | Evil Carmen

(This is based on the Carmen Sandiego finale, but it my own style).

TW Mentions of: Violence, Attempted Murder, etc.

Remaining glass shards continued to fall around the Auburn haired thief. Some getting tangled within her hair and leaving small cuts along the red fabric coat she had grown to adore.

It felt like she had been falling for an eternity. She clutched the glowing gem in her hands, burying it safely into the chest of her 'human meat shield'.

The yelling of a French man soon turned to groans as the two of them both smashed into another hard surface. More glass shattered below them as a result.

The Argentinian rolled off of the French 'ACME' agent, panting and wheezing as she tried to collect her thoughts.

She stumbled before lifting herself up by what she could now recognise as a car. Using both hands to pull herself up and walk whilst gripping the door handle.

She moved her right hand to clutch her head, where it ached with swirling thoughts and memories just out of reach.

Her left hand still clutched the glowing object, that she dragged carelessly along the vehicle. Why would anyone want such a thing?

...What was her escape plan? Where was Tigress?

Her questions were soon interrupted by memories she didn't recognise. Before she could question one, she'd be assaulted by another.

It send a wave of pain through her head as she tried to decipher what was right and what was wrong.

She reached the end of the car and reluctantly kept walking, trying to force herself to breath normally as she scanned her brief memories.

None of it made any sense...

Her tangled and knotted hair only served to get in her way, the crimson red fedora long forgotten.

The young women's grey eyes continued to scan her thoughts, she was lucky enough to move away from the pool before she fell in. Stumbling slightly as she did so.

From the close call, she looked over at the calming waves, Only to set eyes on a figure behind them, illuminated in the moonlight. She felt a sorrowful gaze on her.

The man held a firm posture that she immediately recognised to be Shadowsan's.

Her scrambled mind was soon forgotten...

Instead, it had been replaced by anger.

Anger and rage that she didn't remember letting go of.

Her eyes narrowed as she met those belonging to the Japanese man.

The hand holding her head dropped helplessly to her side, before balling into a fist... As the feeling of vengeance returned. Her back straightened as she began to approach the man.

Her malicious smirk returning.

The heeled boots she wore, clacking with every step she took in stride.

The only thoughts that raced through her head now all had something to do with rage...

And revenge.

She was going to steal back everything she had ever lost from this man.

...He was going to regret everything he ever did to her.

Her coat swayed around her legs as she came to a stop. Her stance threatening.

She regained her posture as she stood just passed the corner of the pool.

Her rattled appearance, complied with her never faltering evil smirk, could win her the prize of 'unhinged psychopath'.