Chapter One- Part One

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Book Two (Perrin) is going to go kind of differently! Due to realistic timelines of the events happening, it's not going to go day-by-day. The storyline is going to get stretched out quite a bit, but nothing will be left out!!! To the right is about how far along Serenity is! Enjoy!!

October 6, 2136

"Don't squirm, dearest. You wouldn't want to make those tighter for yourself." Ryker eased his arms back down and tried to return to his poker face. The last two weeks with Mira had been absolutely awful for him. What made it the worst, he thought, was how serene her voice was. If the woman wasn't such a witch, she would seem nothing more than an innocent school teacher. She spoke to everyone as if they were in her kindergarten class. She could be ripping a puppy's heart out with her bare hand and comforting a crying baby without a single change in tone.

"Do you know what makes a good villain, Mira?" Ryker numbed the rubbing pain from the restraints slowly cutting into his limbs. Bound with a spell, they were unbreakable.

Mira turned from her contraption that Ryker was still thankfully unacquainted with to look him in the eye. "Are you insinuating that I am a villain, Mr. Grigg? Assuming your answer is no and you were merely suggesting a simple thought, I will play along. Do tell me, child, what it is that makes a good villain."

With Mira turning back to her work, Ryker used a more sarcastic tone than he would have with her paying close attention, hoping to strike something in her. "Respect. Respect makes a good villain, because if the villain doesn't have any respectable motivation for corrupting justice among a people, well that just makes them an asshole."

Seeing Mira's hands stop moving and her shoulders stand a little taller, he knew he had struck something deep in the woman. Something that almost even hurt her feelings, as if there were any there in the first place. Ryker kept his eyes intent showing no mercy while she turned around, trying to do the exact same. “And what is it, Ryker Grigg, which you classify as respectable?”

                She didn’t turn back around, which meant she was testing him. A test, he could handle that. “Well, a popular ulterior motive for villains seem to be revenge. They think they can just mass murder any selection of society they please because one or more individuals did them wrong and that justifies everything. But, what they don’t consider, is what they did to deserve it. Let’s revisit the olden days, for your sake. Say we are in, oh I don’t know, the medieval period. Wasn’t black magic a big issue? If one practiced black magic on others, who should’ve had to pay the consequences? The punisher or the one punished?” Ryker watched a blaze of fire roll through Mira’s eyes, undetectable from the rest of her body. He increased the intensity of his stare. “Right, the one punished. The use of black magic is morally wrong, therefore, they have no right to seek revenge. Immoral revenge seekers, for example, is one type of villain that I personally have absolutely no respect for. Actually, they might just be at the top of my list.”

                Mira strained her hands and Ryker felt all circulation to his hands and feet stop. The ropes bounding him was slowly being taken over by blood. Ryker tensed up, trying to keep any ounce of discomfort from slipping. Using every bit of will he had, he couldn’t keep a pained groan from slipping. Timely, the ropes began to loosen back up. Mira’s hard eyes softened again, still able to pierce through someone. “And the quality of reverence?”

                Ryker pushed his bleeding limbs to the back of his mind. He’d dealt with her long enough. “Don’t worry about that part, Mira. You don’t have it.”

                Mira found it amusing how Ryker couldn’t easily be shot down. She made it her goal to change that. On the other hand, Ryker also made it his goal to shoot down Mira. They were too alike for their own good. “Do you see this machine I have been working on? Do you know what it is for?”

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