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- >Her rage bubbled just underneath the surface
- >Her eyes, a deep violet, burned a hole into the surface of her lab table
- >Fists clenched at her side, she focused her mind with deep, calming breaths
- >How could they?
- >How could anyone...?
- >Her lab, the one she had spent all of four years building, now lay in tatters before her
- >Machines, once softly whirring and whizzing, now lay silent
- >Strewn about were destroyed papers, destroyed data
- >Everything was gone
- >Bullies were hardly anything knew to Twilight
- >She had had to deal with them long before now, and cared little for their petty squabbles
- >Twilight knew exactly who did this
- >The way she had looked at her earlier, her smug, self-satisfied grin that stretched a little wider at seeing her victim
- >It had to be her
- >There could be no other bully, that she knew of, that was even close to figuring out how to really get to her
- >Now, Twilight was livid. Horrendously angry. A coil was tightly wound within her chest, barely holding together
- >If bullying created the coil, the destruction of her lab, her life, was the bucket of liquid nitrogen that froze it solid and the hammer that shattered it
- >Twilight closed her eyes, bunching her eyebrows together. Trying to calm herself down
- >A part of her felt hopeless at the thought
- >Years of research, down the drain
- >Sensitive equipment, fine turned for her purposes, was shattered at her feet
- >Yet, she focused on a new goal
- >Twilight reached into the inner pockets of her uniform and extracted her phone.
- >A plan formed in her head
- >A devious plan, if there ever was one.
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- Part I: The Pawn
- >Twilight knew that her ultimate goal would not going to be easy to achieve, nor swift
- >Yet she was determined
- >The first step in her plan was to knock the Queen off her pedestal
- >The best way, Twilight decided, was to begin from the bottom
- >No structure could support itself without a base
- >Twilight basked in the gentle stillness of her one-lab
- >Now that it had been cleared out. and all the machinery thrown in the trash, she could almost hear the dead trying to claw their way out of the ground
- >Any moment now
- >Her plan had gone into effect that morning
- >A long night of planning was followed by several pots of coffee
- >That was, she lamented as she drummed her fingers softly on her desk, the only thing keeping her roused
- >Her fingers tapped their way absentmindedly to a manila folder
- >Everything she had on her current target of Revenge
- >Everything.
- >From what made her sneeze to her social security number was in this folder
- >Twilight had found this information with, perhaps sometimes questionable, zealous glee
- >Amazing what several hours of unblinking, maniacal fervor could dredge up about a person
- >Twilight stopped her drumming
- >The distant, high-pitched scream of a girl echoed through the empty school halls
- >She sucked in a deep, shaky breath
- >Waited
- >Waiting
- >The screaming stopped
- >The distant wail cut off at the root
- >Now only silence
- >Her closet, no longer her lab, fell back into that gnawing, dead-filled silence
- >Like at any minute a corpse, rotten, disfigured, would explode from the ground to drag her to where she belonged
- >Where she would belong, in time
- >The beginning of her plan, The Pawn, was perhaps the physically worst
- >She had gym this time of day, and, as a creature of unending habit, always picked the last shower stall
- >A twist here, a screw there
- >And almost twelve straight hours of how plumbing and water moves, and she was able to achieve her goal
- >It was slow at first
- >Gently warming up
- >Soon the water wouldn't stop becoming hot
- >Boiling water would eventually be pouring on her, first at a gentle slope, then all at once
- >Her skin would be cooked, and naturally she would attempt to leave
- >Yet the stall door, with a simple shim in the door frame placed /just/ the right way would jam it
- >Perhaps she noticed when opened the door, perhaps she didn't
- >But it would then be far too late
- >Maybe she would be smart enough to crawl under the stall door, but Twilight doubted it
- >In between the third degree burns associated with boiling water, she would soon have more problems
- >A simple chemical solution, placed in the loosened shower head, would send the head of the shower careening at her
- >It would stop her screaming
- >And just like that, Twilight breathed out a soft sigh
- >One down, she lamented
- >Soon they would all be crushed
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- Part II: The Rook
- >A thin, shuddering gasp escaped her
- >The thick, almost viscous atmosphere of her tiny closet seemed to linger
- >Twilight let the manila folder, the one on her shower victim, fall into a shredder
- >There would be no proof of her misdeeds.
- >Not if she could help it, at any rate
- >The results of her plan, the girl being boiled alive in the shower, had a few interesting results
- >She had nearly died. Cooked almost completely.
- >But that would've simply been too easy an end for her, Twilight believed, so as soon as the screaming had started, she had called an ambulance
- >The high pitched wails rescued the burn victim just in time
- >A moment later and...
- >Twilight grinned behind her crossed fingers
- >The stifling heat of her lab bared down on her. >Yet at the same time, the sense of satisfaction was like a cool glass of water on the fire sitting in her belly
- >She tempered the blazing heat, though only for a moment
- >It was lusting once more for revenge
- >She could feel it beginning to rise and well within her.
- >It had been a week since the incident, A week since she had begun her campaign of revenge
- >She had been unsuspected
- >A mere tool, that had been her target, a mere tool of the mastermind.
- >The connection was minimal, if any at all
- >Twilight's fingers drummed rhythmically on a new folder
- >The last had to be destroyed, this one was for her newest target
- >A boy, built like a brick house, who was just as straight forward and stupid as he was broad and imposing
- >He would not be fooled by boiling water, no, he would simply rip the door off it's hinges
- >The only way to go about this was to be subtle
- >The research on this brickhouse was much more in depth than the tool she had already broken
- >She had unearthed a dark secret in her research
- >The boy, built like a mountain, was a steroid user.
- >He was using a steroid that barely had any impact on his body. A simple boost. The long terms effects very well could be disastrous, but for now he would not be affected
- >Those same steroids, however, were to be taken at high dosages. The lowest being twenty milligrams
- >Twilight pulled the vial of anabolic steroids from her inner lab coat pocket
- >The label was for his usual brand of steroids
- >His gym bag, unattended mere hours ago, now held the very, very lethal Methyltrienolone.
- >She thought on the drug, on the fact that the dosage was as different as night and day
- >Even two milligrams was enough to overdose
- >The thought made her chuckle
- >Another one of the Queen's tools were soon to be destroyed
- >And her revenge will be had
- >Even if it killed them.
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- Part III: The Bishop
- >Twilight bit her lip, hiding a grin that threatened to surface
- >No one had suspected a thing once that oaf had overdosed on steroids
- >The cops simply ruled it an accidental suicide, content with his idiocy resulting in his death
- >It almost made her laugh
- >Now, a month after the toppling of the giant, she was ready for phase three
- >In that time, she had come up with a plan
- >Her new target was not an idiot like the last
- >Surely, this one, this vile, wretched girl, was one of the masterminds
- >She was smart and cunning
- >Twilight wouldn't be able to fool her with phony medicine labels, she was certain
- >Yet, despite her intelligence, she had backed herself into a corner
- >A precarious position, a throne built on a pillar of sand
- >Twilight chuckled softly in the gloam of her closet. A satisfied smirk on her face.
- >Her plot was displayed on the screen
- >Twilight had discovered the key to her downfall
- >She was a closet kleptomaniac
- >Anything that tickled her fancy, from simple knickknacks to jewelry and everything in between
- >Thousands upon thousands of dollars, from what Twilight had managed to learn of
- >She chuckled darkly, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose
- >She had discovered this dark little secret almost by accident
- >Twilight had observed her target, almost religiously, for a month
- >It had been little things
- >Bracelets made from woven twine, pencils, erasers...
- >Then Twilight had seen her outright steal earrings from lockers, wallets, jewelry of all shapes and sizes. Phones, even.
- >Thus, her plan
- >A phone, a small, pink phone as the klepto preferred, left out in the open
- >The bait was taken easily
- >Twilight stared at the blinking red dot on the computer's map as it traveled through town
- >She suspected that the Bishop would store her stolen goods in the same place. It seemed unlikely she would sell it all, at least for a while
- >The softly blinking blip stopped, directly over a building full of rental storage sheds
- >Twilight's wide grin stretched across her face
- >A message was already sent out to the police a day before, the plot was set in motion
- >She would arrive at the storage unit
- >Twilight tipped off the police a day in advance about the phone theft, and gave them an accurate location of the Bishop's whereabouts.
- >She had also gave them a heads up
- >The Bishop would access an entire vault of stolen items, if they were lucky
- >Another one down
- >Twilight giggled madly to herself.
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