She May be Evil

Chapter 12 Queen

Was that a gun?

There shouldn't be guns in these parts.

Kamau wraps his arms around my waist, and it's definitely a pleasant feeling.

No man has ever been much bigger than me, it feels nice to be coddled for a change.

All of a sudden his huge hands are smushing my face together and asking rapid questions I can't hear. Now how I would love to stay but can't.

"Your smushing my face." I say and my voice sounds higher pitch.

He looks horrified and his hand comes up to his mouth. He starts spewing apologizes and suddenly picked up the formality we dropped.

"Shh. Stop talking." I cut him off and get off him, using his shoulders as my anchor.

He looks like he's just been punished and I normally wouldn't feel guilty but those damn eyes.

No matter, I don't have time to nurse his hurt feelings. He's a grown man.

I start running to the building but suddenly stop.

"Stay right the Kamau! You know what? Actually, go inside! Don't go near the windows!"

I go to turn around but he's still just standing there like a mannequin. "Did you not hear me? Go inside! Do you understand?" Why is he just gawking at me?

He nods.

"Words Kamau."

"I-I understand. I'll go inside." He stutters.

Cute. Shall I tease him for the child he is?

"Good boy."

*

I look at the state of the man In front of me, more like under me. I have his arms pinned behind his back and his face on the dirt floor.

"You bitch let me go!" He shrieks.

I huff out a laugh. "Do you know who I am?"

"A giant ass bitch?!" He guesses.

I turn him around so he can face me, but so im still on top of him, pinning his arms down with my knees.

This position is a two for one. So he can know who I am, and so I can find out who he is.

I move his sweaty black hair out of his brown eyes so he can get a better look.

My bloody and bruised knuckles matching his face.

I grab his chin. "My my, your quite pretty for a sniper. Even if you look like shit at the moment."

He sneers at my comment "you did this to me bitch!" He says, before he takes a look at my face and his eyes go wide.

"Y-your Q-queen C-c-circe. Your the evil one talked throughout the lands. W-what are y-you doing h-here?" He says in disbelief.

"I could ask you the same thing pretty boy."

But I won't ask, I think I'll just take it.

I look into his eyes and it clicks into place. The little muscle tics in his face stop moving, his fingers stop fidgeting. Everything freezes.

Ah.

Name: Ben Dover
Height: 5'8
Type: Human
Quhal: Aim
Status: Classified
Siblings: none
Parents: deceased
Threat assessment: 3
Judgement: Dumb/terminate

Mr classified my ass.

I blink.

His lip trembles but he doesn't say anything. I squint my eyes at him.

Is he really that scared?

It looks... forced.

I haul his ass up and drag him out of the house onto the dirt road. People still standing around, probably to see what caused the bang.

The path clears as I drag his ass because he seems to forget how to walk.

When I arrive at the cafe, Ben is basically bathing in dirt and mud, and since I don't want to track this mud inside the cafe..

"Hey, blondie over there." I see her head snap towards mine, a worried expression takes over her face.

I nod my head in the direction of the cafe. "Can you go get King Kamau for me." I asked her but I'm not giving her much of a choice. It's a simple task.

She nods uncontrollably before running off inside.

It's just then Ben decides he wants to fight back. He headbutts me before punching me in my face.

So he was just pretending to be a scared little brat so he could swing at me.

Gasps ring out through the crowd as my face whips to the right from impact.

At least the dude can throw a decent punch.

Everyone is silent. I turn my head back around to face him and feel my cheek. Quietly hissing at the pain before I spit the blood that bubbled in my mouth, onto the floor in front of me.

The bell to the cafe door opens, signaling someone's coming in or out, but I'm too busy seeing red to hear it.

I laugh but it sounds quite cynical in this situation.

"Your gonna regret that."

In one swift motion I grab the knife strapped to my thigh, grip Bens hair with my left hand, and then drive the knife through his throat with my right.

I take out the knife and kick his gurgling body to the floor.

Then, I lick the knife.

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Ben Dover 💀 I couldn't think of a name so I thought to bring this joke back lmao. Didn't feel like giving him an intricate name if he was just gonna die anyway.

Hope someone had a good laugh 😭

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