"I could frame any one of you in a dark corner, and capture you in a moment of desperation," a young woman's voice echoed through the thick metal walls that made up a very well hidden bunker, a bunker where only evil acts are committed.
"Max please, you don't have to do this," came a man's voice, sounding in pain and slightly slurred.
"The slightly unconscious model is often the most honest. No vanity or posing, just pure expression. Isn't that what you said to me, Mr. Jefferson?" Max asked as she knelt down in front of the bound teacher, a switchblade held loosely in her right hand and a small grin on her face.
"I," Jefferson's head dipped as he went in and out of consciousness, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, that's right," Max slowly traced the tip of the blade down Jefferson's chest, "You haven't done any of those horrible things yet. It's the thought that counts though."
Max suddenly jabbed the blade right into Jefferson's throat, puncturing his artery and sending blood spraying all over her face. It was a gruesome sight, yet Max didn't even blink as the life slowly faded from Jefferson's eyes, she even let a more sadistic smile take root on her face. The blood was warm and sticky, the taste of iron as she licked her lips was particularly satisfying, but not nearly as much as what Max was about to do next.
"Paging Mr. Jefferson, Mad Max will see you now," Max sang as she practically stabbed her blood soaked fingers into his skull and bent the fabric of time around him.
The wound in Jefferson's neck sealed shut and his dead eyes suddenly came flaring back to life, although it was his screams that Max found particularly enjoyable. This would mark the fifty-fifth time Max had killed her former teacher and used her powers to make his body go back in time to the point that he was alive once more. The best part was, which Max had found out after her fifth kill by smashing his head in with a brick, was that Jefferson remembered everything!
"Fuuuuck!" Jefferson screamed as his entire body shot forward, only for the restraints around his body to stop him just inches away from Max.
"I wonder, how much more of this can you take before your mind just snaps?" asked Max as she got up and walked over the a folder, a folder that just so happened to be full of pictures pertaining to all the girl's Jefferson abused.
"Got to hell, you can't break me. You hear me Max, you can't break me!" Jefferson suddenly snapped, his face contorting into an ugly rage.
"Good, you don't deserve the peace that comes with a broken mind. You don't deserve to escape your reality."
"Hehehe, you won't get away with this Max, someone will notice I'm missing. Mr. Prescott will come searching eventually and find you," Jefferson half sneered and half laughed, glaring at Max with such intense hatred that anyone else would have flinced; but not Max.
Instead of being concerned about such a powerful man looking for her, Max just smiled a sweet little smile and tilted her head to the side like a curious animal that found something interesting. This act alone seemed to deflair most of Jefferson's anger and replace it with confusion; why wasn't she worried?
"I wouldn't be too concerned about Mr. Prescott interrupting us, or his wife, or even his son. I guess you could say that recent events has caused their family to take an extended vacation. Did you know that this curse of mine not only can rewind time but speed it up as well? It takes a lot out of me, in fact in almost killed by the first time I ever did it, but the results are worth it," Max explained as she held up a fresh apple, only for it to suddenly grow rotten within a batter of seconds.
"What did you do to them?" Mark was almost afraid do ask, the human mind wasn't meant to understand the powers of time!
"I aged them, aged them until nothing more than dust remained. Everything they've ever built is now free for the taking, but I don't care about such things. No Mark, I only care about you," the way she spoke was almost flirty, the kind he'd heard from young women wanting to sleep with him, but that look in her eyes belonged to the devil himself.
"You can't keep this up forever, your not god."
"You're right, god can forgive those that sin against him, I'm more like hell. I'm the one who makes those unrepentant sinners suffer," Max grinned as she once more knelt down in front of him, only this time there was a scalpel in her hand instead of a knife.
"I'm going to kill you, you and everyone you love," the threat was meaningless.
"You already have, and your time in this hell has only just begun. I'm going to make all of you bow before me, just like Chloe said I should, but first we need to finish our little time together," Max placed the scalpel right next to Jefferson's right eye.
"The last thing your going to see is me, smiling down at you," Max viciously ran the blade across both his eyes, blinding Mark and making him scream.
"Max!" he roared, only for the blade to be put in his mouth.
"The last word to come from your poisonous tongue will be my name!" his tongue was practically ripped from his mouth after Max stabbed into it and viciously tugged.
Mark was going to die of blood loss now, but even so Max leaned in close to his left ear.
"And the last thing you will ever hear is my voice," she drew out the switchblade in her other hand before stabbing blow weapons into Mark Jefferson's ears.
The blades went in deep, slicing through his eardrums and into each side of his brain. Jefferson twitched a few times, the futile struggle of his injured brain trying to stay active, while blood freely flowed from his slacked mouth. It was a sight to behold, at least enough for Max to pull out her camera and snap a picture of the evil man just as his last breath escaped his mouth.
"Hm, I like this one the most," Max grinned as she slipped the picture into her pocket before closing her eyes and holding out her hand; fingers stretching out as if to grab something.
"The laws of time are mine and they will obey me!" then Max broke it, she reached out and broke time itself.
She had done it.
Time had broke her.
She had broke time.
Now time was her slave.
"I am The Master."
Not gonna lie, I rather enjoyed writing this. So R&R if you would be so