Throw A Tantrum

"What? That's what they called me, so why not grant their wish?"

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People would look into her eyes, and ask why.

"Throw a tantrum." She would say, before she plunged her knife into their chest.

They called her a villain. So that's what she became.

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"You're like a ghost." She stated, her eyes scanning him with disinterest, like she had much better things to do right now.

"What? How am I like a ghost?" The man asked. What a pain for him to of had those as his choice of last words.

"Because one minute you're there-" she flipped her knife in her hand, stabbing it into him when it landed "-the next the world would never even know you left."

"Was that necessary?" Her beloved comrade questioned.

"He didn't pay with his hoarded money, so he paid with his life. It's what he gets for being a greedy bastard," Michelle replied in a calm tone, "It's simple, don't deal with the devil and you won't get killed."

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"Teenagers scare the living shit out of me." He said, shock evident in his eyes.

"I could care less, as long as someone will bleed." She replied in a heartbeat, taking down yet another three agents.

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She chuckled, twirling the wire around her finger, staining it with blood.

"A body has been discovered!" She giggled into the intercom of the grocery store, that now used blood as a new cleaning product.

Loud thuds shook the door, before the police forcefully barged in, but into an empty security room.

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"Sorry Dad, but I already am your worst nightmare."

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"They ain't gonna know what hit 'em."

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"Please. I'm not a convicted criminal until I get caught."

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"Aunt, I am a rich man."

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"Yeah, and your son calls me mommy too."

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After everything people had done to her, her time for happ