Here is an attempted look into the mind of Dawn Bellwether.
It was part of a bigger story that chronicled my favorite villains and heroes, before I decided that it wasn't up to me standards of writing and storytelling.
The story was called Crossroads, and I submitted it in a school writing competition this year.
I got first place.
Anyhow, this chapter, I felt, wasn't up to my usual standards, blah-blah-blah. Hence its deletion and transfer to here.
Crossroads – Deleted Chapter: The Sheep
She was useless.
She was weak.
She was nothing more but another bland pretty face.
Good for nothing except bloody glamour.
To everyone around her, she was only good for taking directions, following orders, and being a punching bag if she thought different.
Stereotypes cursed her to this meagre level of existence.
The most innovative job for someone like her was a desk assistant in an uptown office, where she could be yelled at and scapegoated for other people's follies. A second-rate, second place job.
Well, after all, she had no place among them.
She was only good for superficial deeds, and nothing else. She's too puny to even think of aiming for a pedestal in society.
To prove them wrong, though, that was her goal.
She wasn't some useless baby that needed to be fawned over.
With a brain the size of Russia, she could have them all grovelling at her feet in a merely a few years' time.
That was if she was feeling merciful.
But she wasn't.
She'd have the blood of those who had tortured her. Jeered at her. Those who had kicked her while she was down, she'd make them pay dearly.
If it's survival of the fittest they want, then that is exactly what they will get from her.
They'll pay with their lives for underestimating her.
They told her she was a living joke, ever since childhood.
Well then, she'll have the world under her iron grip and crush them for their impudence.
Her tormenters will suffer.
Their children will suffer.
Their children's children's children will suffer.
She'd make a caste system where stereotypes will prevail, and big bad brutes will be seen as the ugly, revolting thugs that they are.
That they always were.
That they always will be.
They were beneath her. All of them were beneath her.
Peace be damned. Revenge is sweet.
She's the top of society now.
No matter if she's alone.
Dominance and the suffering of others, hoo-hoo, that will be her eternal reward.
And she's so close to achieving all that right now.
Her mouth waters, her mind races, her heart beats savagely with delight.
Their fear of her is the magnum opus of her life.
Oppress. Power. Delight.
Victory. Dominance. Brutality.
Triumph. Love. Hate.
Conspiracy. Slander.
Enslavement.
Dictatorship.
Murder.
Their blood.
Their lives.
All hers… all hers…