The New Era

At the Park

Serena ran with her purse into the dark of the park. Her heels clicked along the pavement, and she turned side to side, alert. Her eyes scanned for Helen, who she thought, would be at a park bench, waiting for her. She could hear a bird let out a soft cry from among the bushes, and she looked up to the moon.

"You look like a dim wit," a sharp voice snapped. "Turn around, Serena. I'm on the right."

Serena obeyed, and she smiled. "I thought you were going to bail on me."

Helen gave her a look, then rested her face. "I like keeping my promises." She patted on the free seat beside her and told her to sit. She said it more like an order, which Serena take it pretty seriously.

"Do you have any plans?" Serena asked her, turning her face to her. She was really hoping that Helen had a plan, for she wasn't thinking much of anything at all.

"A fine one," she told her. She was reaching into her own purse, and brought out a blank sheet of paper. She got a red pen from one of the pockets. Serena couldn't help but stare. She rested the paper on her legs, and opened the red pen.

"You're gonna write it out?"

"Draw," she corrected. She began drawing some weird figures and buildings. "I know exactly what you need to do. However, you need to do them. And since you've promised, you help me out with my plan."

Serena didn't reply, and kept watching her draw her plan out. "You suck at drawing."

"Learn to fuck off," she heard her mutter. Then quickly changed her emotion, and said positively, "You want to know what I'm drawing?"

Serena snorted, "Of course. Why else am I here?"

She quickly scribbled he last figure, then brought back the pen. She gave her the paper, and told her to scan closely. While she did so, Helen quickly put the cap on her trusty red pen, and quickly put it back in her pocket.

"I don't understand," Serena said after she examined.

"Of course you don't," Helen snapped rudely. "I need to still explain this all to a stupid woman like you." She snagged her paper, and creased it. Then she held it out to her, pointing at each figure. Step by step, she explained everything to Serena. And step by step, Serena's smile slowly arose.

"Oh, God, Helen! How do you think of all this?" she asked, amazed.

"Because I'm smart and beautiful," she told her, and flipped her hair infront of Serena.

Serena wrinkled her nose, and then shook her head. "I don't know if I can do it."

"You're such a pussy," Helen said to her, applying some lipstick, which was of a fury red. She emphasised 'such' with a long duration, it annoyed Serena.

"I'm not!" she defended. She crossed her arms, and looked in he opposite side of where Helen sat. She bit her lip, and then quickly asked her, "I don't think it will work, even if I do it."

"Every plan of mine works," she told her. "And if it doesn't, you can take my life for it." She then put her lipstick in her purse and got up. "Whatever, do what you please. Call me when you have the balls to do some actual revenge. And if not, live your life knowing you couldn't stop her."

Serena said nothing, and watched Helen leave. She had left the paper behind on the bench. Slowly Serena took the page, and turned it over to see what else she could have left behind.

It had her number.

Serena turned to see if anyone was watching her. Then she took the page and neatly folded it, and placed it in her purse. She got up slowly, and adjusted her hair, which was falling into her devilish eyes. She then clicked off to her home.

She went into her house and opened the door slowly. She took off her small jacket and out it on one of the racks. She took off her heels, and went into the living room. She sat on the sofa, and took out the paper from her purse.

She unfolded the paper and looked at the plan with her eyes again, more carefully. She got a cigar from her purse and lit it. She put it between her lips, and kept examining. She liked to smoke when she was thinking about things, it helped her alot.

She traced each sloppy figure, and thought to herself.

When she decided she had had enough, she got up from her sofa and put the paper on the coffee table. She put her used cigarette in the trash and went to the kitchen to have a drink.

When she got a glass of water, she turned to look at the fridge. There was a photo plasted on there, with the support of a magnet. She went closely to it, and took a sip.

It had the whole engineer team. Without Noor in charge. There was her boss, who was also her uncle. There was Cole, who she, in the photo, had been really close with. She had her arms around his waist, and she was smiling. Everyone was smiling.

Now where was she? Fired, and in her home, taking a sip of water. She took the anger in her fists and she gritted her teeth.

Why was Noor here? Even alive? Coming from the underground and becoming the boss? Who died and made her queen? Oh, well, someone did die, but still. She had no right to just come and think everyone could bend under her will.

She wasn't going to allow it. She wasn't going to let Noor steal what she wanted. Her job, Cole and everything else.

She had come to a decision.

She got her phone from her pockets, and dialed Helen. She put the phone to her ear, and said, "Hello, Helen?"

"Yes, I don't recogniz-," her voice stopped, then she realized who was calling her. "Oh, is that you Serena?"

"Yes, moron," she snapped. "Listen, to me. I'm doing your plan."

"Finalllyyy," Helen said. "Great, now when are you going to put it in action?"

"Tomorrow, if I can," she told her. "I don't know exactly, but I'll tell you when."

"Good," Helen told her. Then Helen hung up on her.

Serena put her phone in her pocket, and put her glass away. She went to the photo, and ripped it in half. Then she threw it in the trash.

This was her time to show what she was truly capable of.