Trumperica

Execution

Leona's POV

I smiled with satisfaction as I pulled a fitted white blazer over my sleeveless crimson blouse. Everything was going exactly as I planned, things couldn't be more perfect. 

And, to top it all off, today was the day I would finally get rid of Donald Trump...forever. 

"Leona!" Diana rapped sharply on my door. 

"Come in," I said in my usual terse tone. 

"There are twelve guys who want to ask you out today," my Vice President smirked, entering my room. 

"Who?" I raised an eyebrow. 

"Oh, actors, athletes, businessmen, politicians...the usual." 

"Just send them the standard message," I said coldly. 

The "standard message" was a recording of Meghan Trainor's "No" with me yelling "go away and get a life!" in the background. I had started using it when I got tired of writing so many personalized rejection notes a couple of years ago. 

"Will do," Diana nodded. "So, are you ready for the big day today?" 

"I was born ready," I grinned. 

"You got that right," she laughed. "Remember back in middle school, when you told everyone you'd rule the world someday, and they laughed at you? They thought you were just another pretty airhead...losers." 

"Well, I am pretty, I'm just not an airhead," I shook my head.

"You know what, Leona?" Diana stared at me in disbelief. "You may be a bloodthirsty psychopath, but you're the greatest best friend I could ever hope for." 

"Wow, thanks!" I beamed, casually glancing down at my watch. "Oh, it's time to go! We of all people can't afford to be late."

As I opened the door, preparing to be greeted by enthusiastic fans, my view of the grounds outside the White House was blocked by a furious young Trumpist. 

"Move, Maddie," I said simply. 

"No," the Head Trumpist crossed her arms defiantly. "I'm third in command of your country. You can't start the execution without me, and I'm not coming." 

"I thought you wanted Trump to die just as much as I do!" I gave her a confused look. 

"Yeah, but I also want to annoy the crap out of you," she flashed me a smug smile. 

"Well, then it's a good thing I'm very hard to annoy," I said indifferently, easily shoving her out of the doorway. Even though we were about the same height, I was much stronger than Maddie. 

Torturing my enemies was hard work, especially cutting through bone...that was always the most physically strenuous part, even with the right tools. 

At least, now that I was President, I would have plenty of TG's to do that kind of stuff for me. 

"Mirror Diana, and don't try anything funny," I warned, gesturing to the barely visible outline of a knife that was tucked discreetly into the waistband of my skirt. 

"Okay, fine," Maddie pursed her lips. "You win...for now." 

"No, I win always," I whispered. "Always, and for all eternity. Remember that, and respect it." 

"You sound an awful lot like Trump," Maddie smirked. 

"Oh, come on, you know Trump would have to die and be reborn to sound half as good as me," I arrogantly tossed my hair over my shoulder. 

"You know, you'd make one heck of a model," the Head Trumpist smiled slyly. "It's a shame you chose to go into politics." 

"Shut up," I snarled, stepping out in front of the White House. Diana and Maddie stood on either side of me, and a semicircle of fully armed TG's stood behind us. It never hurt to be cautious. 

Shouts of "President Summers!" and a burst of thunderous applause echoed through the humid air. Smiling, I raised my hand, quieting the crowd. 

"Good morning, everyone," I said, donning a pleasant expression. I hadn't even said anything yet, and most of the audience members were already transfixed. 

This was what I loved about public speaking. I could twist my words, shape them and mold them into whatever I wanted them to be. I was the puppeteer and the people who listened to me were my puppets. I could make them believe anything, anything. 

"Today is the day we rid this world of an orange tyrant, the sorry excuse for a Republican who calls himself Donald Trump!" I yelled, watching as my perfect words worked their magic, taking America's hatred of Trump and translating it into support of me. 

Pausing a moment for the applause, I continued to talk. 

"Removing Trump from the office of President was a difficult task that took lots of time, effort, and coordination. I'm sure that Diana and Maddie here agree that we couldn't have done it without each and every one of you." 

The Vice President nodded her head, but my defiant Head Trumpist kept her stony eyes cast at the floor, refusing to take part in anything I did. 

"Today, I want to repay you for everything you've done; for the strength and endurance you showed to fight through some of our nation's darkest days, and the determination you displayed as you held onto the American dream even when it seemed completely lost," I intoned, slathering my voice with a thick layer of passion. 

By this time, the entire crowd was eerily silent. Hundreds of pairs of eyes were on me. As usual, I had them completely under my control. Now, it was time to act. 

"TG's bring forth the perpetrator!" I commanded. Two Trumpist Guards wheeled in an indiscriminate shape on a square platform. Placing it in the center of the courtyard, they yanked away the red cloth that covered it. 

I heard a smattering of gasps as Donald J. Trump was revealed, chained to a tall, wooden pole. 

"Miss President! That's cruel and unusual punishment!" A boy who looked to be about twelve years old pushed his way angrily through the crowd. 

"But it's Trump," I said softly. "I'm sure that even our Founding Fathers would agree that he deserves it. The Bill of Rights exists to protect us, not to hinder justice."

The boy nodded, understanding. 

I had him convinced, just like that! What power my words held! 

I was about to order one of the TG's to shoot him unceremoniously in the back of the head, but I soon had a much better idea. 

"I feel that it is appropriate for us to give the honor of dispatching this shriveled pumpkin to a young hero who more than deserves it. Let's hear it for the youngest Head Trumpist in Trumperican history, Maddie Udana!" 

I grinned victoriously at a distraught Maddie who glanced frantically from me to the audience to the bedraggled Trump.

It was time for me to show her that I controlled her now.