Something Like Poison
By Berry's Ambitions
Author's note: A short character study of the Leprechaun at the end of Back 2 tha Hood. If you squint, there are vague hints of Lep/Emily here and there, because I can.
Disclaimer: I do not own Leprechaun.
Foolish girl. Foolish mortal.
You think you're so righteous - so above it all with your so-called morals and accusations. You think you understand how this world works, but that's only because you've hardly lived in it. You don't know a fraction of what I know, nor have you seen the things that I've seen. And even if you had, I highly doubt your pathetic mind would be able to comprehend them.
If you could even begin to imagine the atrocities your kind is capable of, I wonder if I would still seem quite so evil. If it would really seem like such an atrocity to wipe you clean off this planet - a planet you treat no better than you all treat each other.
(Not to say many planets are better than this one. I would know.)
When you've been around for as long as I have, trivial things such as right and wrong no longer matter. In the end, is there such thing as wrong? When something must be done, it must be done. When someone takes something is rightfully yours, you reclaim it. Don't think I've never been generous. Don't think I've never been merciful. I have - and I paid dearly for it every time.
You've done things you've regretted, haven't you, lass? Helped those who didn't deserve it in the end? Were you so foolish to make the same mistake twice?
I can see it in your eyes - you've been hurt, you've been used and then thrown away like a broken toy. And yet you still cling to your stubborn pride, the belief that you took the higher ground by doing the right thing.
But where has that gotten you? Cornered like a miserable rat in a cage, with little hope of surviving this night. So don't think you know better than I, or any other human who's made the mistake of crossing me, because that is the furthest thing from the truth.
It was never about the gold, darlin' - it's about the power. It is power that gains respect, that forces lesser beings to their very knees and grovelling for mercy - and I can think of no sweeter sight than that.