Perfect Evil

Chapter 11

The holovision buzzed to life. It was three in the morning. She had been woken by the thoughts that wouldn't quiet down in her mind. She flicked lazily through the channels. Nothing good was on, she just needed to do something generic and boring. To try not to start planning again. Planning must be done in daylight. At night, you don't know who could be listening to your thoughts.

She laid back on her fluffy pillows. Her eyes drifted over to Edwards sleeping form. The steady rise and fall of his chest. The wicked smile that still played across his face, even in sleep. She didn't know what she would do with him after she had taken control. Should she keep him? Or would he become a burden.

She sighed and ran her fingers down the side of his face, he shivered slightly at her touch. Maybe she could keep him. She would need help when she controlled the world, he fit the deal perfectly. Bloodthirsty, ruthless, everything she needed. It would be good to have an business partner. She would have to do less paperwork.

He sighed in his sleep. She froze, her hand still on his face. He started to speak, she didn't recognise his voice. It was weak, powerless. She listened in.

"Mother, mother no. Please. Not the walking stick again. It hurts so much. Please mother ,no. I didn't mean to. They told me too. No, no, no. I'm sorry mother, please don't hit me anymore." He started to thrash violently. She grabbed him. In this moment of weakness she noticed something. Pulling up the back of his t shirt, there was a long red scar. How had she not seen it before? As she touched it, white powder coated her fingers. Make up.

His eyes snapped open. He stared at her with horror. The make up on her fingers. The puzzled look in her eyes. She placed a petite hand on his arm. He started to shake violently.

"You were having a nightmare..." She spoke softly, reassuringly. Though inside, her mind was eager, hungry for information.

He gulped, then stared right into her eyes. She didn't move. Frozen, they both stared at each other.

"Do you want to talk about it?" It sounded like a question, but the faint steely tone in her voice showed that he had no option. He took a deep breath, trying to stop himself from shaking. She hated seeing him so vulnerable, it made her feel sick. How weak humans were.

"I- I had a flashback, it was of the first time I killed someone." He started breathing heavy, forcing himself to look up at her.

"How old?" Was all she said, her eyes softened. She squeezed his arm.

"7 years old," was all he could say. She hadn't expected that. She though he would say somewhere in his teens. He carried on, confidence and anger started to grow in his voice.

"It was a boy at my school. A 10 year old. He had irritated me, bullied me. So my friends told me to get rid of him. So I did. When my mother found out, she was so mad. Do you know why the elected me as a leader?" She shook her head.

"Because after she started to beat me, I grabbed a knife and stabbed her to death. I killed my own mother, my own mother. They had been monitoring me since my first kill. I hadn't realised. They knew I would make a great leader after this feat. I was so ruthless. I don't even know what came over me. Do I regret it? No. Does it still haunt me? Yes." He breathed out, his body seemed to sag a little.

She leant over and hugged him. He was so surprised, not at all what he had expected from such an evil creature.

"You have lived up to all my expectations, you are the most perfect human I have come across. Together we can make this world greater."

She was definitely going to keep him. People like this needed to be found. He pulled back and the familiar smiled spread across his face.

"I guess evil is perfection" he murmured. Laying back down on the bed and wrapping his arms round her. Might as well play this game too, she thought as she shifted herself round so she was comfortable in his hold. There was no need to guess. Evil is Perfection.