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Chapter One

She wasn't limited to just this one thing. She could do many other things. In fact, she could do anything she put her mind to, anything at all.

But what she was known and feared for above everything else was vengeance. It was the strongest motivating force she knew. When the circumstances required her to do so, she could lie quietly, awaiting her opportunity for as long as she had to.

To one who didn't know her better, it could look as if she had forgotten all about it. But appearances could be very deceptive. Icy on the outside, she was a boiling volcano beneath the surface, and the more she brooded over the injustice done to her, the angrier she became.

That actually granted her an advantage in this case; she wanted to unleash the full force of her furious indignation on that idiot. This time she would take her vengeance farther than she had ever taken it before.

He thought he was so great, but she knew he was only looking for approval. She also knew he was nothing but an idiot who talked endlessly about nothing but himself and his own self-centered fantasies. Someone so stupid and inept that he hadn't already conquered the planet enslaving all human life on it? Right, that was a good one. Being forced to listen to his insane rambling had made her want to scream, but at least that much would soon be over. Once she had finished dealing out her vengeance, she could finally turn around and walk away from him. Though one would expect that there would be a basic allegiance between them, no matter what the dispute of the moment, he mattered not a whit to her.

Nobody took away what was rightfully hers. She now vowed that she would make him pay dearly for what he had taken from her, and she always kept her vows. And once she saw her chance to even the score, nothing could stand in her way. Her fury would be all the deadlier for her having had to wait.

She knew that the object of her rage was no match for her, but that still wouldn't save him. She had always known he was nothing but a despicable failure who was desperately kept striving to appear in some way useful, but this time he had gone too far.

As she set out on her mission, a smirk appeared on her face. She made no effort to hide it; why should she? She was on a holy mission, to wound one who had taken something important from her. She was going to wound him deeply, to make him hurt as he had never been hurt before, indeed as she had never made anyone hurt before. She knew right where to aim to hurt him the most; she knew right where he lived.

This time, he would never, ever forget what she did to him. And he would never risk her wrath again. Few people who actually survived the full strength of her unleashed rage ever did.