Into the Light

Chapter Four: Challenging the Queen of Evil is Suicide

Challenging the Queen of all Evil straight to her face is...suicide. Literally. Heed my warning, readers, never go up to Larmina and say to her face that she's delusional. Ever.

    Larmina woke up the next morning with a feeling of fury tingling all over her. Rage pouring out and suffocating the whole room with the horrid emotion. She wanted to tear someone's throat out, she wanted to scream and burn buildings down. Right about know, she's crazy.

    Please don't tell her that I said she's crazy, I mean it. I will hunt you down and be twice as evil with you as Larmina will be with me.

    Anyways, the she-devil pulled the covers off of her and jumped out of bed, ready to plot her revenge. If Admyn wasn't someone she needed help from to fill her life goal, he would have been dead already. D-E-A-D. Larmina looked at the time and sighed, it was way to early to be up. But nevertheless she got dressed in her usual pair of skinny jeans and black top, matching with leather boots.

    She found her fall sweater and purse amidst the boring apartment. She hated decoration, she hated anything that was pretty. So obviously there was absolutely no color inside the house. Everything was either black or white, like a really old movie.

    Larmina gladly made her way out the door and headed to the elevator which had the new scent of linen, roaming sweetly around the little box. She sighed and pushed the button, waiting for the doors to close when a hand suddenly popped in between the two sides and a nicely dressed man stepped inside the elevator along with her.

    "Good morning." The man who looked to be in his mid-fifties smiled at her. His brown fedora was covering his mostly grey hair. He also had a brown over-coat and was clutching a suitcase in his hand. The man seemed genuinely like a good person and had a very kind soul. Larmina could sense it and it disgusted her. "I would have never thought to see such a young lady up this early."

    The elevator closed and she plastered a warm smile on her face, despite the efforts her conscious was making to grimace. The man wasn't guilty of anything, he didn't need Larmina's sour mood affecting the rest of his day.

    He chuckled and shook his head, "The people these days, lazy to get up at such a beautiful time. It's nice to see someone like you appreciating the olden methods."

    Larmina nodded her head, "The mornings are where it's most quiet and it's the time when I do my thinking. Many people are often so busy, especially in a place like this, that they don't realize that they're not machines. Everybody needs some peace and quiet, even if you're a top businessman."

    It's the best time to plot a murder.

    He cocked his head to the side to her response, "Very well said indeed, the world needs people like you."

    She smiled once more and a ring was sounded, meaning that they had arrived to the bottom floor.

    The man winked saying, "Have a wonderful day," and stepped outside first, dropping his keys to the clerk and scurrying through the doors. She followed and stepped in front of the clerk, her anger simmering down like a fizz.

    "Here are the keys Henry." She dropped them into a puzzled desk clerk's hand.

    He stumbled at a loss of words to the character before him, "Yes, um, thank you Ms. Genalee. Have a great rest of the morning."

    She nodded and headed to the doors, pushing them and making her way outside. She looked up at the once again gloomy clouds feeling puzzled. It's very unusual for the weather to be gloomy for a very long time, the last time she remembered the sky sunny, was around a week ago.