How to be a villain [DISCONTINUED]

kirai || 01

This was probably the worst case scenario that anyone could possibly see if they were to come in.

"Shut up, you idiots! I am a queen, you bunch of stupid peasants!" Reyna, her so-called majesty yelled, running out of her so-called 'amazing comeback names' to call us ragtag villains.

Please. Your highness and little miss I'm so powerful and mighty. I thought to her while snapping my fingers. Right now I'm on full-power sass mode.

Thought, because I can't talk. I'm a mute. But, I thought, because I can communicate through thought without speech. Sort of like whispering to a person.

It was another annual meeting of the most villainous of all villains. We had to meet in a black crumbling old castle on top of a cliff. The castle was once burned down by a fire somehow set on fire by its drunk prince.

The castle only had one room that wasn't entirely burnt.

Each date of the meetings varies as we are only allowed to hold conferences in a thunderstorm. A crack of thunder boomed outside as if to underline this point.

The tower we were in was stereotypically the tallest tower with the sharpest spires. Overgrown ivy circled the obsidian base and everywhere was made with black gloomy stone. The thing about this place is that in every dark humid corridor and hallway, more shadows follow you. Creepy.

This year, the villains that caused the most casualties were the sorriest bunch of losers (except for me, obviously) assembled in the circular room.

There was 25 of us including me.

We had Nadir who might not have been there, but he's so damn quiet it's hard to track, he had a bored and lazy expression on his face, though his eyes were restless scanning the room and flicking side to side. I mostly noticed this as I found him staring at me. A lot. His eyes were a melted chocolate colour, not as deep as the pit of hell, but somehow a soothing colour, warm and cozy, unlike the nefarious looks other villains shot. Flecks of dark brown chocolate-y hair surrounded his forehead, as if he just woke up from a deep slumber. He was just a chocolate coloured person.

I must be hungry.

He still kept staring at me, even when I glaced at him in several occasions. I was the first one to look away, it kept getting awkward and slightly uncomfortable. I don't blame him for staring at me though, most people would be surprised too if a wanted fugitive looked like a normal short Asian teenage girl wearing black jeans with weird eyes that were white.

There was Paris with his so-called 'radioactive' squawking penguins, it was so cliche that he wore that dumb suit. His blonde hair was slicked back in a way that tiny sprouts of obvious gelled hair fell upon his forehead. Other than his dark suit, his eyes were the catch of all, it was a menacing blue. Blue like a stormy sky, with grey streaks surrounding his pupil. His eyes were so deep, it seemed as if he could stare right at one's soul and know exactly what they were to think in the future.

There was Xena with her annoying yet high-seeming like attitude, her red eyes just looked at me with some fascination though as most would, calculating whether or not I was worth the bother to kill. Her eyes reflected on something like recognition to me but nevertheless, still calculating and observant. This was the only time where she kept her hood down, anywhere else she went, she would keep it up, hiding her face from observant citizens, who might notice that she was a fugitive.

And finally, her majesty the 'queen', Reyna with her slow, dumb zombies of 'doom'. Reyna had they glasses that she wore. She claims that they're 'high-tech' and so that it immediately makes her intelligent. And using this, she then proceeded to rank herself as 'leader'.

However, us villains won't ever have a villain 'leader'. 'Leaders' do not exist in our world. We work in a team.

Reyna had jet black hair, almost similar to mine, and to prove her point that she was a 'genius' she wore a beige vest, and black turtleneck, trying to imitate Steve Jobs.

And then there was even more, fanatics of Dr Doofenshmirtz, and many morbid characters.

Somehow, somewhere, they committed the evilest the previous year and are now debating how we, the all us, 'mighty' villains, could improve and defeat more so called 'heroes' in the following year.

The Reyna girl, shrieked more profanities when Mist appeared hovering over her head making 'bunny ears' out of steam, which then proceeded to stick into Reyna's hair. "Your stupid lizard!" She hollered. Only, she didn't use 'stupid'.

Mist had shrunk to fit into the room and was now coming back to me with the proudest and smug face, she slithered up onto my neck, curled around like a scaly boa and fell asleep contentedly purring and blowing occasional smoke rings.

She was a magnificent, impressive and elegant creature. Her scales were cool and smooth, yet she was warm, they were silvery and black at the same time. Her slim figure slithered around. She happens to be a rare silky white chinese dragon that can change size like vapour (hence her name), she can also possess people which are pretty useful. With obsidian spines, this was my beast. My beast was Mist, the terrible, the whisperings of doubt, the possessive. Mist isn't a lizard. I retorted back to Reyna.

While all the drama happened, Xena was having an animated conversation with her fire-breathing shape-shifting pet, now currently ferret (all of us were confused as to why and how indeed she got it), Paris was playing a card game with two of his radioactive penguins (Rupert and Will), and Nadir had reappeared on the other side of the room with another damn bird. Reyna was fiddling with her skull and muttering some ancient curse, her face a mask of utter boredom. The rest was asleep with their head smashed to the table, drool oozing out of their mouth as if they were asleep in some chemistry class. This was the most ragtag, underdog, unpredicted group ever.

After an hour or maybe thirty, (as villains, we have this philosophy to never be too trusting, so it took us time, okay? Plus we don't have friends to develop social skills. We have followers, henchmen, minions, spies, but never friends.) We, the five of us, (not the sleeping ones,) grew comfortable together and were chatting away about the best way to disembowel a man.