How Not To Be Evil

3. This Will Very Likely Fail

Jess had survived the night, and my control over her was all but complete. I hadn't felt success in years, as if taking over from my brother ruined everything for me. But now all was right. Well... evil.

I waited for something to go wrong, for some fault in my plans. There always was one. It was my one constant and my hubris. Yet for this once there wasn't one that I could see. Of course, the probable fallout of Jess's cognitive abilities and subsequently, her death could be worried over later. But how to use this control over her?

Indentured servitude sounded weak but reliable. Reliable, when had Edward ever been responsible? I looked over at the moss-covered stones, he would never be as stable as this place. This stupid place on a deserted island, where my family had been throwing everything at it. Quite literally... I turned my head further back, and there was the hole in the wall. 1987, Uncle Greggers had been messing with the construction of grenades and what they could actually fire. Surprisingly, the one that had blown the hole in the wall was one of the mushy pea ones. Why Greggers decided to do that was unbeknown to us. The fumes and his serve allergies to peas and the dye, Brilliant Blue FCF, killed him. Mother did always say he was slightly loose in the head.

It was like all you to do, was think of her in passing and then she's appear, "Emma, dearie how did your little experiment go?"

"Very well, thank you, Mother. I have full control of her through the intercom. The orders do have to be spoken and within close proximity of her, however. I do have to keep reminding her to breath, which is slightly amusing." My mother sucked in her cheek, and her bony hand went to rest on my shoulder. I looked down at the table in front of me, and I opened my notebook. All of my observations of what she had been doing in the first hour had been writen in there. She began to apply pressure onto my shoulder, "Emmie you are a very smart girl," she began, and I looked up at her hopefully, "but you simply can't keep running this whole organisation." I rolled my shoulders to remove her hand, "Not this is again, I've just made a major breakthrough, Mother. And I'm not running this organisation by myself. I've got Susan."

She gave me that disappointed look, "His name is Wilson, and he's about as much use as a platypus. Edward West, on the other hand, he's rich and handsome, young and has some questionable morals. The perfect husband and advisory for the Board of Evil."

"Jess will be dead in forty-eight hours which is enough time for her to be a complete waste of time for the authorities to trace her." I showed my mother my workings. She gave them the once over, "His father's on the Board of Evil, you know."

"Who's father?" I began to pencil in some more observations. Mother sighed and spun me, so I was facing her, "Edward's father, Emma honestly, are you not listening to me." I leaned across her arm and hit the bottom that allowed Jess to hear my voice, "Jess stand up and unlock the door from the inside." The red-head just stayed seated. She was staring directly at me, "Jess Hartneck stand up and unlock the door from the inside. I then want you to come and remove my mother from the premises."

Jess nodded and walked to the door. She hadn't even touched the door handle, and it just flew open like nothing. Ahh shit, maybe I had given her some supernatural powers? If I lost control of her.. whoo that would be deadly. My mother was staring at me. This was a sight, Jess had to pin her to the floor. It was as if the first moment she touched my mother, the elder Yard woman completely lost her shit. She began kicking and screaming. It was an abhorrent sight. As the woman who had control of every situation suddenly didn't. Something we both shared, for once.

Jess would surely have several bruises after she finished removing my mother from the room. The potion may have had some effect in altering the strength and endurance of the subject. I didn't think Jess would be able to withstand what my mother had thrown her way.

The room was quiet without Jess and my mother. I was just waiting for someone to come in and ruin my peace. That always happened, even when I was in jail. They always put me in with some absolute wanker. They wouldn't shut up about their life problems and then expected me to pour out mine. Or they had never experienced personal space. The concept would baffle them as I pushed them away. One had fallen asleep on my shoulder for five hours as I waited for Susan to post my bail. He had never been too quick at doing so, and I spent at least the night stuck in those shit-holes.

Worst of all though was how they dressed. Hoodies and muddy white trainers. Or the blatant overuse of make-up, if your hair isn't black you're eyebrows shouldn't be black. Not to mention some of the fake eyelashes that some put on. Just disgusting...