Circe
“Circe. The enchantress and a minor goddess in ancient Greek mythology and religion. Circe was renowned for her vast knowledge of potions and herbs. Through the use of these and a magic wand or staff, she would transform her enemies, or those who offended her, into animals. I always aspired to be like her. I mean I don’t have a wand or anything but I could turn my enemies animal like. There’s a drug that I have been developing that turns human behavior into animal-like behavior. It’s really quite fascinating.” Felicity gets comfortable on the armchair in her cell. I started this interview half an hour ago and she has only just started to talk about the drug that caused half the population of Paris to become animal like. The whole thing was quite genius and I wanted to know what it’s like in the head of this mastermind. “And how did you distribute these drugs?” She looks at me with a twinkle in her eye, “Well that’s a great question. Now why should I tell you?” I lean forward, closer to the glass she’s being kept behind, “I want to know what happened. I want to know how you created mass panic in the span of an hour without breaking a sweat. I think you’re a genius.” Felicity eyes met mine, “Playing to my narcissistic side I see. You did your research.” I chuckle, “Is it working?” She stares harder at me before nodding, “Yes. I’ll tell you. I put it in the water. I’m actually quite disappointed that the entire population didn’t get effect but half of them is good enough.” She walks closer to the glass, “You know when I get out of here the first thing I’m going to do is find you. Maybe since you think I’m such a genius you can be involved in the next plan.” She cackles while looking at the guard behind me, “Just joking officer. I know I won’t be leaving.”
She ended up telling me quite a bit about her plan and as I turn back into my godly form I think to myself that maybe I should break her out. After all, she has a deep love for me. Circe.
