Chapter 35 — Queen of the City
At midday in High Town city, Beatrice walked into the Crystal Bank to make a withdrawal. Beatrice met a queue within the bank, but with a card Elvis had given to her in hand, she showed a security man, then he led her to a private room where she was quickly attended to.
With a bag of money in hand, Beatrice was seen out of the room, then the sound of rapid gunshots was heard within the bank.
Beatrice briskly turned to see lots of armed men, she laid on the ground and held her head.
This, she thought would be the end of her, and so she stayed still and prayed.
“Nobody move, or else we will kill you.”
More gunshots were heard, and Beatrice flinched a little.
Feared raked at her body, causing her to shiver. It was hopeless now, Beatrice thought. She would either be killed here, or she might lose her money. She remembered the failed robbery in her restaurant and wondered if such a miracle could repeat itself here, today.
Soon, the entrance door swung open, and the clanking heels of a lady drowned out the silence.
“On the ground lady,” one of the robbers said.
“You would be on the ground, momentarily.”
Beatrice’s eyes brightened, for she had just heard the unmistakable voice of Susan. It couldn’t be. Was she one of them? Was this what she did? Rob? So many questions raced through her mind. Suddenly, rapid gunfire sprang from every corner, next, some of the robbers began to shriek, but a cold silence claimed them before their bodies reached the ground.
Beatrice peeked to see what was happening, and she saw Susan rip out a man’s spine before removing his head.
She was stunned, and she wondered if really, it was Susan. Somehow, she felt relieved and great fear at the same time.
Beatrice saw Susan’s eyes were the color of blood, and what came to her mind was if she was okay.
Before long, the bank fell silent, and Susan turned to look at Beatrice.
Beatrice couldn’t forget that beautiful smile that came to her with so much warmth, and just then, Susan was gone, and she remembered nothing.
Everyone in the bank slowly took to their feet, wondering what had happened to these robbers, and no one could really tell.
***
“I was almost robbed today,” Beatrice told Susan, Jake, Dena, and Hannah over dinner. “The men told us to lie on the ground and fired a few shots. I remember laying down and praying. I remember the entrance door swinging open, and next thing, I raised my head to see all the robbers were dead.”
“You’re joking, right?” Jake asked.
Dena, and Hannah eyed Susan who focused on her meal.
After dinner, Dena walked out of the house to sit on the steps next to Susan outside. Susan’s gaze was to the dark forest before her, and with the way it held her stare, you could almost think there was something there she was looking at.
“Scared they would think you a monster if they knew?” Dena asked.
“Mostly,” Susan said.
“That was reckless, you know.”
Susan sighed. “I didn’t care how reckless it must have been. Beatrice was in danger.”
“You did a good thing. But what if it was a trap?”
“There’s only one danger in this city, Dena. And that’s me.”
“Then, why do you keep ignoring Elvis’s call for help to kill the Kron King?”
“It’s okay to have other lesser evils in the city. I shouldn’t be the worst.”
“Do you know this Kron King plans to destroy half of the city with a nuclear bomb?” Dena asked.
Susan looked at her. “When did he say?”
“Why are you asking like you suddenly care?”
Susan frowned. “Don’t waste my time, Dena. When?”
“Tonight.”
“Call Hannah,” Susan said, getting to her feet.
“Why?” Dena asked.
“Because I need you two present to stop me in case I lose myself.”
“How do we do that?”
“I don’t care. If you can’t, call Vivian and Janice. My mother. Anyone. Call her now before I let rage consume me.”
Dena mentally called Hannah, and she came out of the house. “Jake is funny. He—Oh no.” Hannah felt the aura of death around Susan. “Who’s the sorry victim?”
“Some guy named the Kron King,” Dena said.
Suddenly, they all vanished.
***
The Kron King’s residence was a fortress. He had a thousand armed men with guard dogs on his premises, including motion sensors and cameras. Underneath his house was a nuclear-resistant bunker, and currently, that’s where he was being rushed to when the silent alarms came on.
“What’s happening?” the king asked his men who escorted him.
“We don’t know, sir. We think it’s the government. But we have an arrangement with them. Call in the rest of the reserve.”
Susan was tossing the heads of man and dogs in all directions, and with the unseen speed she moved at, it sure gave Hannah and Dena a course to worry.
“Call her sisters,” Dena said. “Call them.”
Hannah placed a finger to her wrist, and she closed her eyes.
Susan laid waste to the guards on the ground, her caught images wiped off from the cameras. She walked into the Kron King’s house, and before the guards inside could release a single shot, she had removed all their heads at lightning speed.
She was beginning to feel the blood rage welling up in her, and appeared before the Kron King in the bunker.
She saw how he flinched in fright, and she laughed at the feeble attempt of his men to kill her with their bullets.
“You ordered the hit on the bank today, didn’t you?” Susan asked.
He nodded.
“There’s nothing to you. I wonder why it was taking Elvis long to kill you. Anyway, at last, he involved me. Last thing I wanted.” She bashed the heads of his men against the hard concrete wall, she turned to him. “I’ll kill you now. And I’ll kill you slowly. I’ll make you feel things that would make you beg for death. But don’t worry. Soon, it would come for—”
The Kron King’s head left his neck. Susan stopped speaking and looked up, ignoring his headless body's slide to the ground.
“You shouldn’t have,” Susan said, and turned to meet her sister’s gaze.
“They sent for me,” Vivian said. “Mother knows what you did. She wants you to undo it.”
“I won’t.”
“Tell her yourself.” Vivian briskly touched Susan, and together, they both vanished.