Pride 2.5: Raina

The generally ignored Negative District aside, crime wasn’t common at all in Bluejay. At least, that was the case until I’d become Queen. Criminal activity had already been becoming more frequent, but since I’d killed Ruffian, tons of wannabees had been trying to ride my coattails. As such, it was partially my fault that I, and the rest of the people in my school, were now involved in a hostage situation.

Not that I really cared about anyone else. These bozos could kill as many of my classmates and teachers as they wanted to, and I wouldn’t mind. But there was no way in Hell I was going to let them take a single cent from me.

The voice on the PA spoke again. “This is how it’s going to work. You cruel, snobby little bastards are going to lay flat on the ground while my men come and take your phones. Anyone seen standing up, or using a phone, will be killed on sight. Just so long as you listen to what I’ve said and none of you try to be heroes, every last one of you brats will get out of here alive.”

I was on the ground with Lindsey and Ally next to me, and other students all around us. Everyone who hadn’t been in the hall had been forced out into it. I hadn’t expected anything like this to happen, but I had been planning to have Queen give Mr. Tuscan a heart attack at the end of the day, as a sort of payback for him giving me an A- in history last year.

Because I had that plan in place, I had my costume and a voice modulator in my bag. I just needed to get it all on.

None of the gunmen had come to the third floor yet, but I could hear them coming up the stairs. There was a bathroom pretty close to where I was, but if I went in there and came out in costume, everyone would be able to tell it was me.

“Ladies, cover me.” I whispered to my friends. “I need to get to the bathroom.” Getting there was the first step. I could figure out what to do from there.

“Ray, what are you talking about? Didn’t you hear the guy on the speaker?” Lindsey softly asked like a wimp.

“Don’t listen to her,” Ally said. “I’ve got your back. He says no one here should try being a hero, but I know you’ve got this.”

I smirked. “Thanks Al, but there’s nothing heroic about what I have planned.” I’d been trying to figure out the specifics as to how I was going to pull off the greatest crime in history in a few days, and now Olivia, and a whole bunch of potential henchmen had fallen right into my lap.

Ally took off her blazer and threw it over my head, guiding me to the bathroom with purpose.

Once in the bathroom, Ally said “Two armed men just came up here, and I think they might have seen us.”

I took the blazer off my head and handed it back to Ally. No one else was in the bathroom so I began getting changed. “Not a problem,” I said, undoing my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. “They come in here, and I’ll just teleport their guns away from them and knock them out.”

Ally nodded.

“Hey!” A voice I didn’t recognize shouted from outside. “You two who just went in there. Come out now, or people start dying,” he threatened.

I rolled my eyes, taking off the last pieces of my uniform.

“Ray, I know you don’t care about most of the people in that hall but I do. For God’s sake, Lindsey’s out there,” Ally pleaded, having recognized what my eye roll meant.

“Then go out there and tell them I’m actually using the bathroom, and I’ll be out in a sec. That’s when they’ll come in here and I can deal with them.”

Ally bit her lip. “I really hope you know what you’re doing.”

The door only open an inch, I saw one of the gunmen get taken to the ground by my friend Margo’s boyfriend, Rory. Rory was the starting running back on the football team, a position he firmly held through the use of his ability to move at around 100mph for up to a second at a time. He couldn’t use it more than three or four times a game without killing his heart, but he was still a great asset to the team.

But today, I couldn’t let anyone pay attention to anyone but me.

Rory stood over the guy he’d knocked down, and sprinted at the other man, knocking him to the floor as well.

They were still conscious though, and that was where I could step in.

My catsuit already on, I strapped on my mask and my voice modulator.

“Ray, I think Rory’s got this,” Ally said to me.

I grinned. “No. No, he doesn’t.”

I kicked open the door wide, Ally jumping back behind the stalls. I teleported the two shotguns the guys were holding so they appeared next to my feet. I picked up one of the guns and shot one of the gunmen through the head.

I’d always trained, but since I’d shot Lightning Bee, I’d put in a ton of hours practicing my aim on skeets.

Rory, stunned, jumped back against the lockers. I reloaded and put a bullet into each of Rory’s legs.

He fell down, screaming.

I picked up the other shotgun and walked over to the still living gunman. My gun aimed at his ski mask donned head, I asked in my modulated voice “Do you want to live?”

He gulped before proceeding to nod.

“Good,” I said, tossing him his gun. “You work for me now. Understand?” He stood up and nodded again. “And don’t worry, I pay very well.”

I started speaking to the people in the hall as a whole. “I’m going to assume everyone can hear me, and is familiar with who I am. I am the Queen of this city. And when I heard what was going on here, I couldn’t stop myself from coming to help you peasants.” I looked around the hall and saw that everyone was afraid of me, just like I wanted them to be. “I also have my own reasons for being here. If anyone gets in my way, well, I’m a little less likely to make threats than this guy,” I finished, kicking the corpse at my feet. To close my “presentation” I aimed the gun at a random student lying on the ground, whose name I didn’t know, and put a bullet right between his eyes.

The way I saw it, even if someone had seen that it was I who went into the bathroom, everyone would be too frightened to even suspect that the wonderful Raina Davenport was a super villain.

“Diaz, what’s going on? What is that noise?” the man behind all of this asked via a headset.

Diaz looked at me, wanting to know what he should say.

I smiled and said “Everything’s fine. Just fired a few warning shots.”

He repeated what I said and that seemed to be enough for his ex-boss.

I proceeded to walk down the hall, Diaz following, both of us stepping around people. Upon reaching the other end of the hall, I saw Angie, curled up in fetal position. She was shivering, her face drenched in blood, and covered with bruises. I briefly thought about killing her while I had the chance, and just finding a new victim for the rest of the year, but it had just been too much fun making her suffer earlier, so I allowed her to live.

“So, uh, what happens now?” Diaz asked.

“Just be a good little minion and follow my lead,” I answered. “There are three spots in this school where your previous employer could be speaking into the PA microphone. Where is he?”

“He’s in the Principal’s office. Going after him isn’t possible. He’s being guarded by three armed men, and a Demigod.”

Just my luck, there had to be a Demigod here. They were one in a million, almost literally, and yet I’d now run into three of them. I’d killed one of them already, and I had plans to kill another. What was one more?

I should have guessed that he was in the Principal’s office. Aside from the security room, that was the only place in the school where someone could view every part of the building. He obviously didn’t know how to properly work the security cameras if he hadn’t seen what had happened.

“What can he do?” I asked Diaz, acting like this revelation didn’t phase me at all.

“His name is Timothy. He’s a rogue from Australia who does whatever job he gets paid to do. To answer your question, he can breathe fire.”

If he breathed fire, that meant I couldn’t just kill him with the same trick I’d used on Ruffian. I’d have to think of something else when the time came to fight him. Alternatively, if he wasn’t as loyal to his employer as Olivia seemed to be to me, I could always just pay him to come work for me.

“All right, Diaz, watch this floor. Your orders are the same as your previous ones. Take their phones, and if anyone gets up, kill them.”

“What are you going to do?” he asked me.

“I’m gonna do some hiring.”

I descended down the staircase, going slowly so as to make as little noise as possible. Best case scenario, Lindsey wouldn’t go totally blonde and get herself killed, and I’d be able to keep every remaining gunman in the building for myself.

Staring down at part of the second floor hallway, I saw three gunmen, standing over what looked like the dead body of one of the girls from the falconry club. Before getting my powers, I’d been considering joining that club, but from what I’d heard, it was a huge time sink, and I just couldn’t afford that now.

I softly went down a couple more steps so I could get a view of more of the hall. One of the gunmen walked across the hall to where a guy had snow encasing his body.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” the gunman growled. “Trying to pull something?”

“N…No,” the guy whimpered. “All I can do is make snow on my body, and when I get scared, I can’t, I can’t help but make it.”

The student was kicked in the stomach by the gunman, who continued to stand in that part of the hall.

I leaped down from where I was to the floor. “Hello gentlemen,” I said. Two of the gunmen turned their shotguns toward me, the third one down the hall apparently not noticing me. I put my hands up and dropped my gun.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want to fight,” I said, teleporting each of their guns into my hands and tossing them behind me. I walked closer to the two men.

“You’re Queen, the super villain,” one of my soon to be henchmen said.

“Very perceptive,” I responded. “Tell me, how much are you two getting paid for this job?”

“What’s going on over there?” the mercenary from down the hall asked.

“Kaye, what is that villain doing here?” the boss asked over the headset, evidently having learned to use the cameras.

Deciding to answer both questions I’d just heard, I teleported one of the guns back into my hands, teleported all three of the mercenaries’ headsets to the staircase behind me, and shot the headsets. If how I thought those things worked was correct, the boss just heard some nasty static.

The gunman from down the hall came running to the other two, probably just wanting to know who or what had been shot.

“Good, you’re all here now. I ask again, how much are you getting paid for this?”

There was a moment of silence.

The man I hadn’t heard speak yet answered. “100 grand each. All of these kids are related to billionaires or something.”

I scoffed. “That little, huh? Come work for me, and I will make you all far richer than that. In fact, name your price.”

“A million dollars,” Kaye immediately answered.

The guy who’d kicked the snow kid had a less favorable response. “We’ve got good money here, and I don’t buy that you can pay us anything we want. In fact,…” I waved my hand and shut him up by teleporting a lock from one of the lockers into his mouth. He gagged for a few seconds before spitting it out.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I believe what you meant to say was, a million dollars sounds good. Now what can I do for you, master?”

“What can we do for you?” Kaye asked with a sense of terror in his voice.

“Tell me something. Does your boss actually want anyone here to die?” I asked, just noticing that everyone on the floor now had their attention aimed my way.

Kaye whispered back, “He wants as few dead as possible. He really just wants to scare these kids and get their money. None of us but the freakish fire breather guarding Lazlo have actually done something like this before.”

Really? Their boss was named Lazlo. Wow.

Looking down, now with a better look, I saw that the girl I’d assumed to be dead was just unconscious. I’d bet that none of these gunmen had ever before killed someone.

Time to change that.

“All right. It’s time for you three to prove your loyalty. Each of you has to kill one of these kids.” I stared hard at the one whom I’d gagged. “Failure to comply to this request will result in your immediate termination.”

Shockingly, it was the one I’d gagged who nodded first. I teleported his gun into his hand, and he subsequently shot a student.

I gave the other two a sharp look and they nodded in response. I waved my hand, but their guns didn’t go into their hands. I tried again, and it worked that time.

I knew the rules of my power. I could only teleport things to and from where I could see; I could only teleport things that weren’t alive, and I could only teleport things up to a certain weight. If my power was starting to get burnt out, that was something I’d have to take into account.

After each of my new minions killed a student, I gave him the same orders that I’d given Diaz.

“I’m guessing there’s more to what you’ll be having us do than just that,” said the one I’d gagged.

“Very perceptive. But before we can get to that, we need to deal with your ex-boss.”

“That’s not possible,” Kaye said, still shivering from having killed someone. “He’s got a Demigod with him. No amount of money will make me fight him.”

I sighed. “Don’t worry. I’ll deal with the fire breather.”

I could have gone up to the fourth or fifth floor where there were likely more gunmen stationed. Now that I knew more about these people, I could always just recruit them once I’d taken out Lazlo. With that in mind, I went down to the first floor.

Like I’d been told, four men stood in front of the Principal’s office. Three of them wore the same black combat gear that all the other mercenaries had been wearing. One of them was wearing a sand colored vest and blue shorts. The latter was most likely Timothy.

Timothy had a disgusting brown undercut. I frankly didn’t understand how anyone thought that haircut looked good. He had brown eyes, and in contrast to his awful haircut, his body was sexy. His muscles were gigantic and he was even taller than Olivia. If he agreed to work for me and got a better haircut, I’d happily make him my first.

Aside from the four of them, there were two guys looking after the rest of the hall. One of my new henchmen had mentioned that Timothy wasn’t like the others. That meant that I’d have to address all six of them at once if I didn’t want to get myself and a couple of friends I noticed burnt to a crisp. I’d get them onto my side, and if Timothy still remained loyal to Lazlo, I’d have to try using my charms. Here’s hoping he’d either think I was older than I was, or he was a very creepy man.

Before I could do anything, an Asian guy in a Cresting Prep uniform busted through the front doors, carrying two large marionettes.

He spoke almost too quickly to hear. “Attention evil doers! Burūjei saishin hīrō wa kochira! Release these students now, or face my power. HO! HA! HO!”

Who in the actual Hell was this?

The five gunmen aimed their weapons towards him.

He didn’t speak nearly as confidently or quickly this time. “No no no. You won’t be shooting me because if you do, I’ll use my power to have my marionettes reflect the bullets right back at you.”

It was clear as day that he was bluffing. I would bet that he didn’t even have a power. Also, based on how cheap his uniform looked, it appeared that he was a new scholarship student.

The student then made indescribable noises while dancing in place and shaking his marionettes around.

Seeing him act this stupid was really making me want to kill him.


Sure there was nothing wrong with it, because how could there be if it was something I’d done, but since when did I get urges to kill?

Just how many people had died today because of me? I’d lost count.

They still hadn’t shot the Asian student, apparently buying his terrible lie. My new henchmen were going to be a bunch of idiots. They were probably all poor too.

“Tim, do you think he’s telling the truth?” one of the mercenaries asked.

“Of course I am!” the scholarship student declared. “After all, Shinjitsu and justice triumph over all.”

From my dabbling in the language, and his accent, I was able to tell that the student was Japanese. He’d just said that truth and justice triumph over all. Barf. He sounded like more of a boyscout than Lightning Bee.

Timothy stepped away from the other guards and turned directly to the Japanese student. He just stood there for a few moments.

“He doesn’t have powers,” Timothy said calmly. “Kill him.”

“Now hold on,” the Japanese student said, completely losing his cool. He put his marionettes down and crouched to the floor. “Before you do anything rash, think about whether this is really what you want to do. Because you guys are people. And people are good. So naturally, you shouldn’t want to kill me. You get what I’m saying?”

That’s it. I was gonna kill him.

The mercenaries, still likely virgins to killing, didn’t shoot him after he finished his rambling. I was going to kill this guy, but for now, I could make use of him.

“You know he’s right,” I said, making my appearance known.

Half of the men turned their guns on me. Timothy faced me as well.

Timothy spoke. “You’re the super villain Queen. I’m going to assume you’re the reason team three went silent.”

“Let’s just say that they’ve made a better career decision. And you can too,” I said. “All of you,” I said, even louder. “You’re good people. So if you’re going to do something like kill people, you should be making millions, not a mere hundred grand. All you have to do to get that money, is kill your current employer, and walk out of here with me.”

The gunmen lowered their weapons, mumbling to each other. I thought I’d won them over.

“Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!” the Japanese student shouted. “Superheroes. Super villains. There’s no real difference. When it comes down to it, they all try to use their powers for good.”

Timothy ignored him, and asked me “How do we know you can really pay us that much?”

“Because with the crime I have planned, you’ll all be able to retire happily as of later this week.”

The Principal’s office door slammed open, and a scrawny, bespectacled man came out and shot at me.

I noticed him quickly enough that I was able to teleport the bullets so that they went in the direction of the front doors. They didn’t hit any of the mercenaries or the students. I tried teleporting away his gun, but I suddenly came down with an awful headache when I tried, and accidentally dropped my gun.

As Lazlo ran passed me, and sprinted up the staircase, I shouted as loud as I could “Kill him!”

My head felt like it was going to explode. This must have been what it felt like to overuse a power like mine. This must have been the limitation that prevented me from getting the physical buffs of a Demigod.

The five mercenaries on the floor started chasing after Lazlo, but then I saw a familiar sight. For a split second, Timothy’s eyes turned red.


Timothy roared and started breathing fire all over the place. The sudden heat combined with my headache was making feel the need to vomit.

“Go after Lazlo,” I said with as much breath as I could still muster. “I’ll deal with this.”

The mercenaries ran past me and up the staircase, while all of the students started running out the front door.

That is, every student but the poor, Japanese one.

Instead, he ran over to me, pulling me further down the hall. I would have resisted, but I didn’t have the strength.

Both of us running, I told him to get his hands off of me.

“Oh, sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his head. “Just thought you needed some help.”

“I’m a Queen. I don’t need help from a peasant,” I said, wanting nothing more than to kill him.

Timothy chased after us, setting everything ablaze as he went. Everything was getting hotter, and my head was only getting worse.

“Um, look, I don’t really know girls very well so I’m not sure if this is just you or if you’re putting on an act, but you really don’t need to be so mean.” He paused, noticing my lack of response. “I’m Takato by the way.”

I continued to ignore him, and opened the door to the band room.

From my battle with Ruffian, I’d learned that my Tae Kwon Do did nothing against Demigods. My power was completely drained, and from what I’d gathered, the only reason shooting Lightning Bee had done anything was because he’d already been severely beaten by Ruffian.

I was out of ideas.

I’d done research online, but I hadn’t found anything about Demigod’s eyes flashing red, and then going crazy. Something sinister was going on, and as the only game in town, I had to figure out what it was, and put a stop to it.

But first, I had to make it through this.

“You know, I told my parents I didn’t want to leave public school. Nothing like this ever happened at public school. Guess it’s a good thing I came late though.”

I continued to pay Takato no attention, trying to think of any possible solution to this. Maybe I could just make a run for it. Leave and just let Timothy burn this place to the ground.

No, I couldn’t do that. As much as I’d changed, I still couldn’t let Lindsey and Ally die. On top of that, word would spread between the mercenaries and students that survived, and my villain rep would be tarnished. I had to take him out.

“It’s odd though. Here’s this guy making kasai everywhere, and this fancy school doesn’t have sprinklers putting it all out.”

I didn’t have the energy left in me to kill him on the spot, but I needed him to shut up.

“The sprinklers aren’t going off because the guy behind all of this probably had them disabled in preparation for this. With that in mind, be quiet.”

“You can be as big a meanie as you want, I still don’t believe that any super is bad. I mean back in the old days, heroes and villains teamed up all the time to fight Perses, migi? So listen, I’ve got an idea. The automatic sprinklers are off, but maybe if one of us pulls the fire alarm, we can turn them on. At the very least, it’ll make things safer for the students trying to get out, and if we’re lucky it’ll weaken the kasai man. But even if that doesn’t work, I’m sure Lightning Bee will be here in no time and save us.”

I slapped him with whatever strength I still had. I didn’t need his help; I didn’t need Lightning Bee’s help and I didn’t need to hear any of this, because I was perfect. I was perfect and I could deal with all of this on my own.

Looking through the window in the door, I could see Timothy approaching us.

“Again, I don’t know girls well. Was it something I said?” Takato asked, apparently not noticing the fire coming towards the band room.

I’d run out of time, and I hadn’t come up with anything. “Just so I don’t die curious, why did you have those ugly marionettes with you?” I asked.

“I was planning on starting a club,” he answered. His eyes widened, finally taking notice of the incoming threat. “And I still will.”

Takato ran straight for the door, opened it, and promptly got smacked around by Timothy. I moved closer to the two, and saw that Takato’s arm was on fire.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Takato said, blowing on his arm.

He ran off back in the direction we’d come from, the whole hallway on fire, Timothy chasing after him.

I ran out into the hall myself, and trying to see if my power had recharged at all, I attempted to teleport flames away from me.

It didn’t work, so I jumped through the flames in my way, going after Timothy and Takato.

I wasn’t sure why I was doing this. I had no way of eliminating Timothy, and I didn’t care what happened to Takato.

Behind a wall of flames, I came across a fire extinguisher. I wasn’t going to burn my hands, just to put out the flames around me. I opened my eyes as wide as I could, focused, and tried to teleport the flames away from the extinguisher.

I succeeded, but at the cost of making my headache even worse. I decided to pay it no attention and used it on any flames in my way.

Being able to move with more speed now that I didn’t have to worry about the fire, I was able to catch up to the two guys I was pursuing.

Takato was on the ground being beaten to a pulp. As much fun as that was to see, I figured there was nothing to lose trying something only someone as stupid as Takato could think up.

I aimed the fire extinguisher at Timothy and unleashed the foam all over him.

He turned to me, and as he opened his mouth to fry me, I shoved the extinguisher into his cavity and sent foam down his throat.

He coughed with the intensity of Lindsey on a shopping spree, losing his balance in the process.

For a moment, I thought that I’d actually pulled it off.

My hopes were dashed when he spit up more foam, regained his balance, and backhanded me.

I fell to the floor, my back taking the worst of the landing. I almost didn’t feel it since my head was now hurting to an ungodly degree. It was spinning, and in addition, I was seeing double.

Timothy bent down to start beating me, but let out a scream and fell over when the sprinklers came on.

Takato, who’d made it over to the fire alarm, came running back, his blazer gone after presumably being burnt too badly.

“Get away from her,” Takato said firmly.

Timothy got up and threw a punch at him, but Takato ducked underneath. He picked up the fire extinguisher and hit Timothy over the head with it. He repeated this action multiple times, until Timothy picked him up over his head and slammed him over his knee.

Takato went down, and it appeared that he was unconscious.

I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move, and I was going to die. I was going to die like my mother, at the hands of dirty, poor, trash. If I made it through this, I’d have a cause. I’d cleanse this city of its common trash, so that no one who meant something to the world would get hurt.

A clear sign that my epiphany was the correct thing to do came a second later, when I heard a dozen gunshots, and Timothy fell over dead.

I looked up, and past the remaining flames, I saw someone walking over.

“I’m sorry I took so long to get here, Ms. Raina.”

“Olivia?” I asked. There was no one around, and my head hurt too much to care if anyone heard my identity. “How did you know what was happening? Or that I was Queen?”

“One of the other students got out and immediately called the news. Why she didn’t call the police puzzles me. And as for knowing your secret, I’d read about Queen’s ability online, so when I met you, my power let me put two and two together immediately.

Olivia reached for my hand, and helped me to my feet.

“I suppose you still won’t tell me what your power is.”

She shook her head.

“Now, grab your uniform, get changed, and let’s go.”

My head still pounding, I asked, “How did your bullets kill him? I thought guns didn’t work on Demigods.”

“Most guns don’t,” she replied. “The bullets I use are military grade, specifically designed to eliminate Demigods. Your dad ensured that I was armed with them.”

I nodded, not wanting to speak more.

But I had to.

“I can’t go yet,” I told Olivia.

“Why not?” she asked.

I grinned.


Lazlo was hiding out in the library. Cresting Prep’s library was the largest part of the school, being around the size of a middle class person’s house. He held his gun closely against his chest, mumbling about how this had been a mistake. With all of the students and teachers evacuated from the school, I turned on the PA system, and spoke in my normal voice.

“How are you doing Lazlo? You holding up in there?” I flipped a switch so that he could respond to me.

“What do you want from me? You’ve already ruined everything,” he responded.

“I just want to talk. I mean, I’ve got men, your men, positioned around your location. I can kill you whenever I want. But first I wanna know just what all of this was about. You put a bunch of kids in a hostage situation, but you didn’t want anyone to get hurt. You had the forethought to have the automatic sprinklers disabled, but not the ones triggered by the fire alarm. What were you aiming for?”

His face turned red and he began tearing up. “I just wanted payback. These rich fuckers. They’re the kinds of kids who destroyed my life in high school. You’re a super villain, but they were so much worse. For Christ’s sake, they drove me to having to go to a mental hospital. And they did it just to amuse themselves. Because I was poor. Because they could.”

“I’m going to have to stop you there. You said you were poor. How were you able to fund this operation, let alone bring in a renowned contract killer, Demigod?”

Lazlo wiped the tears off of his face, and paced around the library. “An old man came up to me. He said that he felt my pain. That he understood what I’d gone through. I told him that I wanted nothing more than to make this batch of sadistic, rich kids suffer for what they were no doubt doing to people like me.” He paused. “But, I didn’t actually want anyone to get hurt or killed. So, I made it so that in the event that Timothy got out of hand, that I could shut him down via the fire alarm.”

There had to be more behind this old man. No one just gives away that much money to a stranger. Perhaps he was the one behind turning Demigod’s eyes red and making them crazy. If that were the case, that meant that he’d planned all of this out. But why?

In any event, I laughed in an intentionally obnoxious way at Lazlo’s laments.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked.

“Oh nothing. Just all of the holes in your plan. You really didn’t think it out too well. Lazlo, you strike me not as a warrior of justice, but rather an insecure mess, living out his childhood fantasies, but not having the guts to go all the way with them.”

“Shut up!” he shouted, crying more. “You don’t know me.”

“Actually, I do. Or at least, I know people like you. You see those bullies you loathed so much. I’m one of them. I destroy people’s lives and even kill them, just for fun. And just like your tormentors probably did, I’m going to succeed in life. Because that’s how this world works. People like me, the best humanity has to offer, get to enjoy every luxury there is while people like you, well, you’re just to be crushed and swept away.”

Lazlo grit his teeth and started shooting all around the library. “Go to hell you bitch.”

“That is not how one speaks to a Queen. Boys, I’m finished with him. Take him out.”

I turned off the PA system. Olivia, holding my bag, signaled that she wanted to speak.

“That was beautifully handled, Ms. Raina.”

“Thank you, Olivia. I think I made him have pretty awful final moments. Now that that’s done, I’ll get changed and we can depart.”

“A very good idea,” Olivia responded. “Especially since Lightning Bee is almost here.”

Oh. That changed things.

“I’m going to assume that that’s your power giving you that info. Olivia, get the car started, and bring all of my henchmen with you. I’ll make short work of Lightning Bee.”

I wasn’t in top shape at the moment, but I was still pretty sure I could take him. Pretty sure I could kill him. I had to kill him. Because that’s who I was.

“If you want Lightning Bee dead, I can dispose of him personally. There won’t even need to be a fight.”

“No. He’s mine. Just follow the orders I gave.”

“Yes, Ms. Raina,” the good dog said.

Two minutes later, dead bodies not included, I was the only one left in the school. I waited back in the first floor hallway for Lightning Bee to appear. This time, he wouldn’t be crawling away.

He was an obstacle, and as a killer, this was the only way I could remove him. After all the people I’d killed today, I was ready.

Facing the front door, I was struck from behind and fell to the floor, my back feeling all tingly.

“Just so we’re clear. That one was for shooting my knee.”

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1 Response to Pride 2.5: Raina

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