In the Arms of a Villain

17

We've been driving for days now. We hit up stores every few days. There's a bridge that runs under the continent. You can cross countries there. Of course the checks are strict.

But then again...we'll make it.

Once we cross, we'll get married. Settle down.

"Let's rob a bank," she asks again.

I glance at her. "No. Too risky. If they tie us together, they'll take me back to prison and investigate you and your involvement with me."

"But—"

I pat her head. "It's too risky. Once we settle down, we'll go back to the way it was."

"You said being a villain meant doing whatever we wanted," she murmured.

She sighs.

"Baby, we'll commit all the crimes you want, soon. But if you don't want me to go away again we have to get somewhere safe first."

She kissed me. "I'm sorry—"

I shrug. "Don't be. One day I may kill you, and dump your body unceremoniously. Trust me, baby. Any evil you commit against me? I've already done to you, plus two."

She chuckled. "You think so, Roy?"

I nod. "I know so,"

And I'm right. Corrupting her. Using her. Molding and grooming her. She needs help. Serious mental help. I know that.

The thing is...I really don't care. I like my fucked up Barbie and she wouldn't be half as fun fixed. I've done worse things to her than anyone.

She grins at me.

I grin back.

• • •

We're still driving. Three more days. Three more days until we get the tunnel. How the fuck I'm gonna pass? I'm winging it, man, fuck it.

She's playing with a knife. She finds it fascinating. She prefers over the gun, that's for sure.

I like watching her deteriorate. It's crazy. She descended into madness and then...just rises out of it. For no fucking reason. Heh.

She's going down now.

"You really like that knife?"

She looks at me, nodding, turning her attention to it again. "Yeah. It reminds me of you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah. Sharp. And pretty. But it doesn't care. It's just metal. It'll pierce whatever's near. It doesn't even care about the blood it soaks up."

I smirk. Well, at least she knows me.

"And how do you feel?"

She looked up at me. "I love it. Because at least...I know it doesn't care to hurt me. It just doesn't care not to, yknow?"

I nodded. I do know.

"You're the worst thing, I've ever created," I smirk. "You know that?"

She nodded. "Yes," she smiled. "And that's bad."

"So bad, baby. Hey I know you wanna rob a bank," I grin. "But if you'll settle for a few stores along our route, we can rob the world bank."