The Newbie
Day 471 of being the head of The Pact
“Bring him in,” I say in my signature drawl. My hooded thugs open the door and let in a burly man. The man is obviously muscled with a dragon tattoo up his left arm. He wears no hood and only jeans and a ripped leather vest.
“The name’s Sebastian,” he growls. “I’m here to see the boss, so step aside.” I hear this often. I am muscular, considering I am a 23-year-old female. However, I am skinnier than most men. The low light and my hood provide no clue about me except my voice and body shape.
“Nice to meet you, Sebastian. I am the head of The Pact.” I say with a slow, deep drawl. “You?!” he barks out a harsh laugh. I wait a few seconds for power before I lower my hood.
Sebastian’s eyes widen in surprise. I can see why. I have been told I look like a model by everyone. My oval face is white, and my full lips are stained purple. My long, dark hair is up in a sleek high ponytail. My lashes are long and feminine. My breasts are high and are accentuated by the leather suit I wear. I deliberately let the arsenal of weapons in my cloak show.
I cross the floor and swing my arms to carefully coat my gloved hands in poison. I extend my hand to Sebastian. He stares at me. “It is good manners to shake hands before a duel.” He scoffs and grounds: “I don’t duel little bitches. ” I smirk and lean in. I trail my middle finger across his cheek and murmur: “This little bitch thinks you are scared you won’t be good enough for The Pact.” I feel him stiffen and lean back. “I won’t waste any more time mucking around with you bastard.”
I turn my back to him and start to walk towards my thugs. “Well, I won’t mind with manners since both of us are throwing insults,” he calls and launches his fist at me. I grin in a way that my followers call the “Kiss of the Devil” before leaping into a backflip.
I land behind the muscled bastard. He sweeps his foot in an attempt to trip me. A good move. He leaps up and gets in position to “Bee Sting” me. He points his foot towards my head while touching the heel of his other foot to his inner thigh. I twirl away while he lands in perfect form. “Not bad, bitch,” he says “But I am better.” He whips out a knife and throws it at my chest and head in succession. A twirl of my ebony and obsidian sword has the daggers clattering to the floor. “Scared to try offense, little bitch?” Sebastian spits. I scoff and whip out my Medusa Gun. A flash and a bang later, I stand over Sebastian’s prone body.
“That was 2 minutes, m’ lady.” one of my thugs says. “That is your record time.” the other chimes in. A glare from me has them silenced again. “Give him a room and the 3rd class.” I say. “He is better than both of you so learn from him,” I add as I stride back to my quarters.
