Miranda Furia ~ Bad Leader
I felt something ... different walk in the door. It was a woman, obviously not supposed to be here. Her actions felt too rehearsed, too forced, to be natural. She was a fake, perhaps a spy, but it didn't matter. She would get nothing from us.
Everyone was startled and I put a barrier on their minds, making sure this was not an attack. "Calm your horses." She said in a childish way. They looked as if they were ready to fight.
"Don't look at me! Turn away." She said in a somewhat stupid fashion, and of course everyone did so. They would need to work on that.
I felt someone trying to reach her and bring her back to wherever she was, so I sent her a little parting gift. Closing my right index finger, I began to break a bone in her leg, slowly of course, and only in a way that would trigger once she teleported. It was like a surgery, slow and painstakingly process, but it was fine, I have all of the time in the world.
When that was finished, I rammed into her mind, and through her, found each and every single person she was or will be working with. Funny the way the subconscious works, it can see the future, and if you're smart enough, you can tap into that.
The person trying to get her out of here finally succeeded, and she disappeared with a swooshing sound.
So they were getting an opposition, an army to try and stop me. How quaint.
Who they were was pointless. They were nobodies who thought they were someone. They were people who fought for those lesser than they. They were idiots, that's what they were. Idiots who will spend the rest of their lives fighting for beings who could care less about them, beings who would kill them if they found out who they were, no matter if they got saved the minute before. It was a stupid and pointless way of life, one that should be stomped without another moment's notice.
One girl was looking particularly impatient, and she sighed so audibly that it rattled inside my ears. "We aren't going to get anywhere if nobody talks. So, does anybody have any suggestions? Maybe a plan?"
I looked at her in the corners of my eyes. She was staring at me, and so was everyone else, so I smiled, just to get a reaction out of her. And it worked.
"You think this is funny? You dragged us out all the way here and now you don't say a word to us? This is funny to you, is that what you think?"
"I think," I said silently, immediately cutting her off, "that you should sit down. The funny thing is, patience is something you lack, and something you need to learn." She looked at me incredulously. I nodded to the seat and she reluctantly took it, her mouth agape like she had just been punched in the face. I'm sure her ego has.
I stood up, not bothering with time. I had all the time in the world, and so did these people, when with me. Do they not understand that? Do they not feel the time all around us in this town slowed to a halt just from my pure power? No, because they were weak, insensitive, and snobby. "First things first. I did not make you come here. You came here on your own free will. If you want to go, then go, but trust me, out there is far worse than it is in here.
"Secondly, patience is something you all lack. Get some." With that, I sat back down, ignoring them all. Time to set the first of many tests into action. I wonder whom will be the first to leave.
