Tale of a Villain
Summary: How Vicki begun ruler of the world
Chapter 1: Red
Though one of her favorite songs was playing, she cared not. It was all just background noise to her colorful, disorganized, and chaotic thoughts. Thoughts of ice creams, boy bands and the choices she made over the years that had led to her current situation. Parked in a rainstorm with nowhere to go. Why? Because she was too ashamed to return to the house of her birth after the way she treated them and she had been too antisocial over the years to have anyone closed enough to call a friend or even an acquaintance. And forget the kindness of strangers. They all either hated or feared her. Mostly hated her. Her four years away as an actress in Hollywood had presented most of the citizens of Dimmsdale with enough time to grow a pair of backbones. Her old tactics could no longer work on them. Which left her with nowhere else but her car to sleep in and call home until she could find a job that could pay for a place of her own.
Bringing her fingers- cold and dry- to her lips, the young woman blew on them trying to warm them up. She was cold and her car heater was broken. Just her luck she supposed. Sort of karma for all the terrible things she had done to others over the years.
"Karma," She whispered as she placed her fingers underneath her armpits hoping that would help keep them warm. "Just like Ricky."
Drawing her legs into her chest, she gently laid her head upon her bony knees and tried to open up her swollen left eye. Sharpe needle like pain discharged throughout her body causing her to bit her lips. A reflex to keep in her screams. It was an habit she had developed over the past year or so due to her –now ex- boyfriend Ricky. The habit had developed out of those moments when he would returned to their shared apartment after a day or night of drinks and gambling. He was not a happy drunk as she had colorfully told her co-workers once. However despite it all she had thought at least he loved her without her having to pretend to be someone she was not. He knew her and stay loved her and that was worth it all. He loved her or so she had thought. So she had hoped every time he had lost it and when on a rampage across their tiny studio apartment.
She knew better now of course. Which was why she was back where she started with even less then what she left with.
Fighting back tears, the red haired woman waited for the storm to pass so she could commence her life anew.
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Hours later she awoke to the sounds of someone screaming for help, begging really, and banging on her car window. Untangling her limbs, she sat up but do not moved toward the car locks to unlock them. Outside the storm was stay brewing, fast and furious.
Turning her head left and right she tried to see who was banging on her window and if she should be concerned. After a while she give up. She could barely see the hood of her car let along the person banging upon her window. If she had been her younger self she would have opened up her car door or rolled down the windows and told the person to shut up. However she was older and wiser. Ricky and life in Hollywood had taught her better. She knew nothing. She heard nothing. They were on their own. She was no superwoman.
The banging upon her car window continued for a few minutes before it die down and a large splashed was heard. It was as if someone had dropped a large object into the lake. A few minutes later a car engine sounded then drove off.
Terrified of what she had just been a witness to, the young woman moved to the front of her car and placed the key in the ignition. She rolled down her window to let in a bit of air to help clear the fog on her windows and started her car. Backing off slowly she made to drive off when she bumped into something behind that made a large…
Thud
Sound and an "Ow!" sound then nothing.