Last night had left me with two things: a lot to think about, and the worst headache of my life.
Seriously, doing the Anthrol probably wasn’t a great idea, but snorting the stuff was probably the reason I was feeling as fucked up as I was. With how I was feeling, I probably shouldn’t have been driving, but this was something I had to do alone, and besides that, I really wasn’t sure what exactly I could talk about with Olivia right now.
It wasn’t like I could just ask her, “Hey Olivia, why don’t you tell me your entire life story and how did you become so indifferent to murdering people?” Even with all the horrible things I knew she’d done, I still considered her a friend, and I didn’t want some dumb, shocking revelation to change that.
The traffic light turned green and I continued to drive to my destination in my Lamborghini. Once I got to the base of the Troupe Experience, I would tell all to fuck off and bring them all to justice.
I was almost in the Negative District when I spotted a familiar face walking down the sidewalk.
Everything I’d done to her came springing to the forefront of my mind. From teasing her, to having her brutally beaten, and even once I’d stopped being a bully, Lindsey and the others had continued making her life Hell and turning her into a pariah.
She looked to be around 20 pounds heavier than the last time I’d seen her, her acne had gotten drastically worse, and she was walking with crutches.
“Ugo fugo,” I whispered to myself, parking by the sidewalk.
In all the time I’d been tormenting the underprivileged students at my school, I’d never once felt guilty about my actions until now. Well, except for…no, this was no time to think about him. This moment was about Angie.
Getting out of my car, I couldn’t stop myself from comparing our respective outfits as I approached Angie. I was wearing a mostly white ensemble with a golden vest, along with gold heels which were even higher than the heels I normally wore. In contrast, Angie was wearing a horrible, unflattering, rainbow stripe dress and beaten up sneakers. Ew.
“Hey Angie,” I said confidently, attempting to hide that the fact that looking at her was causing a giant weight to form in my stomach from the guilt.
“Raina,” Angie responded, disdain clear in her voice. “What do you want?”
I was planning on just getting straight to checking up on her and apologizing, but her blatant disgust and lack of fear made me quickly decide to change my approach.
“You’re really not scared of me?” I asked.
“After everything you and your minions have done, there’s nothing left you can do that will scare me. So whatever sick idea you have in mind, give me your best shot.”
I was legitimately impressed. All the other students I’d oppressed had never shown this kind of back bone.
“Nothing that can scare you?” I asked as if it were a ridiculous notion. Circling her, I said “I’m not too sure about that. I mean, I guess that’s true.” Continuing to walk around her, I moved my arms around. “But then again, I could always just snatch those crutches of yours, take your phone and leave you here, where, even though we’re only a few blocks from the Negative District, you hopefully won’t get kidnapped by some crazy lunatic.”
In an instant, all her previous confidence melted away.
I gave as warm a smile as I could.
“But I’m not gonna do that,” I said. “I’m not that kind of person any more.”
Angie laughed, intentionally loudly.
“You mean to tell me that after all these years you’ve just decided to what, stop being the queen bitch of all?”
“Well, I’m not really queen bee any more because Lindsey back stabbed me, and turned most of my so called friends against me, and you don’t care about high school politics, do you?”
“So there are functioning brain cells up there,” Angie snarked.
“Don’t push it,” I said coldly. “Look, the point is, I’m sorry.”
“Yes, I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through.”
“That’s a fucking joke, right?” she asked harshly.
“No, it’s not. I just…I just want to, you know, atone.”
With that, I realized this wasn’t just about Angie. For all the people I’d hurt and killed, just fighting criminals and super villains wasn’t enough. I had to do more.
“Unbelievable,” Angie muttered.
“Um,” I said, reaching into my purse. Pulling out a pen and a check, I said “Whatever number you want. Just tell me. It’s yours.”
Angie swung one of her crutches into my arm, sending my checkbook into the street.
“Fuck you, you rich cunt!”
This moment was pretty unexpected. Not just because she rejected my offer, but because she called me a cunt. Generally, that was the one swear most people I knew avoided.
“Angie, I know you’re mad and you have every right to be, but this isn’t just a boat, or a car, or a party I’m offering you. My family is worth over 90 billion dollars. I can make your family billionaires. You can completely change your life, you can stop worrying about your grades so much, you can…”
She cut me off by thrusting one of her crutches at my windpipe.
There wasn’t enough force for it to hurt me, but it got me to stop talking.
“I don’t want your fucking money! I don’t want it, because I’m not strong enough. I know that once I have it, I’ll become just like you. A stuck up, snobby bitch who treats everyone around her like dirt. Cause if you haven’t noticed, the rich, and all the damn people with powers have turned this world to shit. So you want to make things up to me? To everyone you’ve tormented? Kill yourself! It’ll at least give the rest of us some catharsis.”
I was left with my jaw held open.
Maybe she was right. Maybe killing myself was the only way I could give something back to the families of those I’d killed.
“OMG, Raina’s get talked down to by the uber dork!” I heard an approaching voice say.
Turning around, I saw Kim and Lana, two sophomores who used to be my friends, but had joined up with Lindsey.
“Hey Uber Dork, Raina killing herself is a pretty smart idea,” Kim said. “But better yet, why don’t you two commit suicide together. Then they’ll be two less pieces of garbage left in the world.”
“Back off Kim,” I said fiercely.
“Or what?” Lana said. “Everyone at Cresting knows you’ve gone soft.”
“I don’t need your help,” Angie intervened as I took a step forward.
“Listen you two, you really don’t know who you’re dealing with here.” I said.
“Who?” Kim asked sarcastically. “A loser with no friends or…oh wait, that applies to both of you, doesn’t it?”
In my head, images of Carter, Malcolm, Olivia, Ally, and even Eve flashed.
I had friends.
And no matter what it took, I was going to be one for Angie.
Maybe killing myself was what I should do eventually. But it was possible that there was another way I could give something to my victims. If I could find a way to make the whole world a better place…
Angie began using her crutches to make her way over to the bitches, but I stopped her by putting my arm in front of her.
“I don’t need your help,” Angie repeated.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “You can do with them what you want once I’m done.”
“Oh please,” Lana said. “Everyone knows that all you have is money, a sharp tongue, and a crappy sense in fashion. What are you gonna…”
I stopped her babbling by grabbing her neck. Then, still strangling her, I flipped around and struck a very specific part of her head with a kick.
As I returned to the ground, Lana collapsed.
“Jesus Chirst!” Kim shouted. “What did you do to her?”
“Not much,” I said. “Just this.”
These people were just like the old me. The old me was a monster. They were no different.
After repeating the same thing I’d done to Lana, Kim fell over right next to her.
Angie walked up to me.
“Are they dead?” Angie asked, sounding simultaneously scared and hopeful.
“No,” I instantly responded. “No one, no matter how awful, deserves to die.”
“Then what did you do?”
“Just struck their temporal lobes. They’ll live, but their brains are gonna be fucked up. Pretty cool right?”
Angie backed away from me, all the hopefulness gone, with nothing but fear left.
“You’re a psycho. Who just does that to someone?”
“They’re terrible people!”
“And so are you,” she said, turning around and walking away. “And you always will be.”
I tilted my head back and sighed.
“God damn it.”
The address Elphaba had given me was apparently one for a pawn shop called “Hatchers.” There had to be more to this place than met the eye.
Entering, I saw Elphaba without her green face paint standing behind the counter, Mass and a shirtless Exposure arm wrestling, and Sammy was seemingly asleep in a chair.
“So what’s your decision?” Elphaba asked.
There was little doubt in my mind what the answer to that question had to be.
“I’m not gonna help you all take over the Negative District.” Mass and Exposure, who had stopped arm wrestling upon hearing Elphaba speak, both looked somewhat disappointed.
“If we’re gonna make a real difference, we’re gonna have to take over this entire city.”