Playing the Pirate (the introduction)

An End to the Beginning

"I'm your worst nightmare!" She shouted at the boy in front of her. She was about 7, he was around 9, they were very good friends, best friends, they were playing a game, he was a captive, she was a pirate, he let her be the pirate because he wanted to make sure she knew she was strong. She did.
They got older and they were in love, but they didn't do anything about it because of her families demons. She was pretty, he kept the bad boys away from her, she wondered if he thought she was weak now, he didn't, but she felt like she was.
She was 16 when he went off to become a policeman. He rose in the ranks, and soon they never saw each other, he was a special operator, he joined the fbi, and he became the head of it. She grew resentful, she dealt with the end of high school alone, she had been such a good girl, she followed every rule. She snapped after a boy abused her and He wasn't there to stop it this time.
She became a small thief, she got higher aspirations. She set her sights on becoming the ruler of the country, they would fear her, they would respect her. Where was he? He had to be proud of her, she was strong, maybe he would come back now. She had an army now, she based her operation at sea, she still loved him.
She took states over, she painted the towns in rage and showed mercy only to the small girls and occasionally a boy who reminded her of Him. Still he didn't show up.
One day a letter arrived from the US government, from the president. She opened it and sneered at the message attacking her morals and humanity, calling her to stop her growing rampage. She began reading aloud the call to stop, mocking the leader for his fleeting, arrogant attempt to stop her. She got to the bottom and read the name. Read His name. He was her enemy, he wanted her to stop, to give up being strong.
She was fighting her love. She felt the love slowly turn to hate, twisting and painfully growing for the boy she longed to meet, before to kiss him and hold him and never leave him, now, to teach him never to doubt her, never to abandon her again. She realized he had brought this upon her and she let herself break under the feeling of betrayal, because in the end, it would make her even stronger. She was inconsolable, but not for long. The message spurred her on, she conquered not towns at a time, but states, then surrounding countries. She had no weakness left.
Soon, her home state, California, was the only one left. A battle off the coast was won easily, and her grand, yet haunting ship sailed slowly and purposefully towards the San Francisco Bay, where her greatest enemy and last enemy stood waiting to surrender. She had defeated the world, she had proven she was strong enough, now she would rebuild it in her own way, she'd never let anyone run away from her again, they would fear her, but love her. She had United them all. She sailed in contemplating this.
She'd changed from her bloodied armor Into something that accented her femininity. She knew she could wear whatever she wanted and still would control the world, but she found it ironic and somewhat more fear striking to wear a dress and make the biggest nations in the world hand over their thrones and offices to her. Her lace white dress was chopped off close to her upper thigh, her war boots still laced up to her knee, her navy cloak billowing around her. She kept only a dagger, which she displayed openly in her belt, but wore a locket of gold she'd had since she was a child. Her old and withered pirates hat perched atop her head, most of her curly hair buried within, the hat shadowing her face in the fog. Wanting to do it in the most chivalrous way, she rode a horse into the deserted town they were to meet, her flag held by her side.
The president with several of the other last standers stood waiting, and she heard his all too familiar voice say, "don't let you're honor down, men, we fought bravely, for the goodness in the world." She spoke then, still shadowed and atop the horse, "so you still think you had no hand in this Mr president?" She crooned in a honey sweet, dangerous voice. "I stood for goodness. You are a monster." He spat in her direction.
She smirked, "now, is that any way to talk to a lady?"
"You are no lady, you're an evil psychopathic murderer."
"Oh, come now, sometimes there's more to people than you think, tragic pasts, all that, wouldn't you care to know?"
"No, you stand for evil, that's all I need to know."
"Things aren't so black and white dear."
The man closest to her spat and said "women are weak and you won't be able to hold the world together, you are ignorant and a pig for thinking you can do men's work" she didn't raise her head, but smiled and leaped from the back of her horse. Keeping her head lowered, she walked forward, and stabbed him. He fell over, dead, and she wiped the dagger on his pants before placing it back in her belt, "any other pigs?" She said quietly.
The men stepped back, except the President. Him. He was there, they were together again, playing. She was the pirate, he was the captive, and she hated him. But she loved him, and he didn't even know her.
"Who are you?" He asked in repulsion. She smirked again. She whipped off her hat and stepped forward into the dank fading light of a last standing street lamp. He looked confused for a moment, then he realized, and sank to his knees. He sobbed and his mouth hung open.
Things weren't black and white anymore, because it was Her. It was Her, she didn't know he'd been forced into the police program because he'd stolen for her so she wouldn't have to deal with the scars from the abuse anymore, she didn't know, and now she hated him. She didn't know and now she'd become the person he'd spent almost 10 years hating. And now he couldn't hate her, he blamed himself for leaving. But she didn't know that. He sobbed and she smiled coldly, tears streaming silently down her face, steeling herself for what she must do.
He rose his hands to grasp her own and she said in barely a whisper, "I'm your worst nightmare."