They poured back into the hive, after completing a hard day's work, a flowing mass, a liquid gold river. Glistening in the dawn sun. There was a pool of deep orange at my feet. It wasn't honey, not that stuff those bees make, dirty with the remains of their weak, fallen family. This was pure and true. What honey was meant to be. Our whole hive was like a machine, perfect in every way. Not only was the hive perfect but so were we. Everyone knew their place, where they slept, ate and worked. Each of us wouldn't die upon stinging another creature. We wouldn't just release any venom into our victims. A complex compound of cyanide and psilocybin causing muscular spasms, immense pain, hallucinations and often death. I would say that the thing which defines perfection the most in this case for me is that each of them followed my reign. My word was law and I was like a god to them.

Crash! A loud crashing sound awoke me from my dreamy slumber. The nectar at my feet begins to jiggle about in time with the vibrations of the hive. Some of my children begin to look around and a sense of agitation begins to fill the air. Time passes slowly for a moment but my quick words put them back in line. Everyone begins to calm down and the disruption begins to weak off as they continue to shuffle towards their sleeping compartments. A small chatter begins but that is soon halted once again as a shrill scream resonates within the hive. This one lasts a lot shorter than the previous sound but causes more disruption. Some chattering begins as they begin to mull over the events that just took place.

Now we all know that something is up, this isn't normal. I mean, this happens from time to time but two large disturbances in one short time frame? And I wasn't the only one who realised this. The rest of the hive was only full of quick and worried whispers. As the queen i'm literally a born leader. I commanded some extra guards, they have the best venom of us all, to stand outside alongside our usual guards. They happily agreed without protest, they and all of the others were born to work for the hive. As I watched the rest of the huve shuffle off I knew that something big was going to happen tomorrow. Sometime after that I dozed off into a deep and well earned slumber.

I can't properly describe what happened next. My stomach felt was like it was high above me, tumbling tumbling tumbling crash! Pain sprung from my leg and the roof of the hive was crushing it. Nectar flowed over my torso as I wiggled free. Tensing and straining my muscles I freed myself. My ears hurt, my back, my wings, my legs all were generating pain for me. Then all of a sudden the pain left my legs as they came down. The guards from yesterday pulled away at the wax letting me loose. They were still there after I had gotten free but quickly after that they weren't. A large swollen black and blue fist had crushed them into the ground. With no time to lose I gave them a silent prayer as my sticky wings whirred into action. At an intensely fast speed I flew back to the hive. Until I realised there was no hive, only a small cluster of worried tracker jackers. I shouted commands at them and they came free from their unguided state. Now it was just me. What was left over from the hive shot towards the people. Chasing them far away. One multicolour swollen corpse lay on the ground as two others fled the area. They would never flee us though. We always succeed. We are the victors in the end. They had destroyed our home and now we would destroy their lives.