May 2013 - Washington D.C.
"You like it rough? You like the taste of blood on your tongue? Smell the aroma baby girl. Now look at me. I want this to be the last face you ever see. Look at me! No more death. No more destruction." His grip tightened on her reddened neck. Her helplessness turned him on. Her inability to summon her unholy powers felt incredibly satisfying. He savored this moment. In this moment he could almost feel some sympathy for this serpent. "I know who you are and I won't let you take the throne!" He yanked her inward, smiling as her bloodshot eyes teared.
Kenneth Irons, o-one of the founding Future Conquerors. Dammit.
"I-I know the president. I k-know him very well." She muttered through short breaths. "Let me live and I can help you", his laughter is disheartening, "Please, listen to me. If not for my a-actions but for my father's sake." Kenneth receded from domestic battery and in return, the bruised beauty fell harshly on her blackened knees. Immediately touching her neck the ambivalent heiress cried like a child. "Speak." His stern voice crawled down her slender spine as naughty thoughts crawled inside.
Stake through the heart. Maybe an ax up his anus. T-this monster tried to kill me. The man who betrayed my father. I should end his existence, but I'm in no condition. I have to tickle his fancy if I'm to survive this damned ordeal. Gotta figure something out pronto! What? What? What the hell do I do? UGH!
"You know I know the president. It's why you followed me h-here", she softy massaged her throat, "Yet you planned on killing me. A-afraid I'd sabotage the Addams's political connections? Well you're wrong. I came here to ensure our place in the government remained intact", she cried as memories of her late father returned, "D-don't mess with me. In fact don't even get in my way. Obey and your riches won't end. It's why you're here. Threatening to end my life if I didn't do what you wanted. Well if you kill me...your happiness ends."
I'm lying. Ziev loves me enough to keep my connections, contracts, and everything pertaining to me intact. That's only because I know very important things. I-I just can't tell him about my power problems. B-But I'm still afraid. Kenneth isn't exactly a good guy. He deserves to die, but he's smart. What if he knows I'm lying.
"You're right. I was concerned. I wanted to kill you. I thought you planned on taking the conquerors down, but now I see the truth. The first daughter of Nikola has returned to take the crown. I know why and so I'll let it slide", he bit his bottom lip as malicious memories returned, "Don't for a second think this means we're allies. There are reasons your father is gone, but you do...deserve the crown", he spoke the truth through gritted teeth, "Times have changed and if you think exploiting an old mistake will gain you more favors...you are sorely wrong", he looked down at this broken soul before departing, "If you so much as try to kill another conqueror or defame our new order....understand that I will not hesitate in killing you."
Rebellion on all sides. Zero respect given. Powers at an all time low. A crown without loyalty. A leash tightly held by a wretched widow. These grouches got me good, but not for long. And although I'm afraid...this fear will only fuel my rage. It's on like Donkey Kong motherf#ckers.
Next: New World Order
"I mean if you want to rule America...you've got to fix your powers first. Right?"