Gotta Love A Bad Guy

Chapter Two||First On The List

Chapter Two||First On The List

  The Executor brought me to this underground bad guy hangout place. All the major bad guys were here; Kiss Killer, Death Starter, the works. Oh yeah, you guys don't know them. They're the most powerful and evil bad guys there are.

  I began training. I trained for weeks before the Executor started making me battle some minor bad guys. Then, when one of us won, he'd say whether or not the winner kills the loser. When I lost, he didn't get me killed. But I killed everybody I beat.

  One day, he decided I should go up against Kiss Killer.

  She was a tall, dark haired girl with a black crop top and black leggings, along with, you guessed it, a black mask. So, basically, she was very dark. Her eyes were golden, and her lipstick was poison to anybody who touches it. The only reason she's alive is because of the protective coat of lipstick she puts on beforehand.

  And this bitch was strong.

  She charged, going to flip me on my back. I dodged out of the way and shot sparks from my hands. I kept going with the Sparks, and I actually won the fight. I looked at the Executor, and he shook his head. He needs her, obviously.

  The Kiss Killer stood and said, "You should go up against her, boss. Show her she won't always win,"

  He shrugged. "Later. Now, you guys go rest,"

  I didn't rest. I just added the Kiss Killer to my list. The first on the list was the Executor himself.

****

  After breakfast, I had my battle with the Executor.

  It was difficult, because he was strong and could fly, but eventually I had him pinned on the ground and he wasn't getting up anytime soon.

  I went down to his belt and grabbed his knife. Then, I stabbed him straight in the chest.

  His eyes widened and he made a choking sound. I smirked evilly. "Good job, boss. You made me the evil bitch you always wanted me to be,"

  I twisted the knife a little. "Too bad you only saw the day that I killed the first person I wanted revenge on,"

  His eyes were popping out of his head from the pain and I twisted it more. "And training here made me realize that you were right. I do want to kill Arielle. But she's gonna know it's coming. And that'll make it even more worth while. That's why I have to kill you now, so that she knows that I'm coming for her. It's nothing personal, you just changed me,"

  His eyes rolled back into his head and I yanked the knife out of his chest. I looked up, and everybody was looking at me in fear. I grinned. It takes a lot to make the feared ones fearful.

  I stood and tossed the knife to the Kiss Killer. "Now, unless you want to end up like your former boss there," I pointed at the Executor. "you have to follow me. Got it? Because if you don't follow me," I smirked. "your death will be much more painful and much longer than his,"

****

I walked into the lab I ran from just a few weeks ago, but in a black, funeral like dress that was short in the front but got longer in the back, and black lipstick. The scientists were terrified when they saw me. The one I hurt before said, "Summer, you don't have to be like this. You can help us, be good,"

"Summer's gone," I replied. "She was pathetic and weak. She isn't the woman who killed the biggest villain in the city. That was me, Foudre,"

Another scientist snorted. Then tried to cover it up with a cough.

I squinted at the one who snorted, then outstretched my palms. Sparks flew out, but somebody jumped in front of them. Somebody screamed a name, everybody was wide eyed in fear, and in front of me was one of the biggest heroes in the city.

"Undefeatable," I said coolly. "Didn't expect you here,"

"Hi, shortie," he replied through a wince of pain. I flipped my hair.

"I flaunt it," I smirked, before shooting a spark at him again. He took it, but then stood and grabbed my wrists. I clenched my fists and looked him dead in the eyes. Then, there were more sparks, but they came from my eyes. He moved his head and dodged it, before flipping me on my back.

"It seems to me like all you have is your lightning fists, shortie," he said.

I shrugged. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to get my hands dirty, Goodie Two-Shoes," I sighed. "But it seems like I have to. Nice knowing ya,"

Then, I brought my wrist closer to my face and bit his hand. He cried out in pain and I took the advantage, flipping him on his back so I had the upper hand. I slapped him and sparks flew out of my palm at the same time, making it a very electrifying slap. Heh heh.