Sorry for the long wait, my computer broke. I'm writing this at a friend's house. (: Thanks, Leslie! x

After the meeting had been adjourned, Maleficent gave orders and left Scar in charge of the operation. He was quite enjoying his new-found power; he had never been able to experience this as a child— or during any other time of his lifetime.

"Gaston! Hades! Ursula! Zira!"

The called group shuffled over with Zira glumly in the lead. She was still set aback by Scar's actions earlier that day. "What?" Ursula snapped at the lion.

He growled at the sea witch, "I suggest you have a little more respect towards me, after all... I am Maleficent's second-in-command as of short notice."

"WHAT!"

The entire group, subject of Zira (who was actually quite fond of the idea), protested in a mad rage complete with scratching and biting. The whole show would've been quite amusing, if I wasn't for the fact that Maleficent was watching them all, glaring at Scar. He noticed this and roared loudly.

"YOU FOOLS! STOP YOUR FIGHTING AND GO! GO! GO, AND DON'T RETURN UNTIL YOU'VE CAPTURED EVERYONE ON THIS LIST!"

They scurried off as he tossed a crumpled piece of paper at them with extra force. He didn't dare to turn his back. Just in case she was watching. And from her tower she was; watching, always watching.

Leilah Smith was walking down the street on her way to her five-month boyfriend, Nick's, house. She had on new clothes just for the occasion: a teal-blue halter shirt, white daisy dukes, white dress shoes, and a magenta pearl necklace with matching bracelet. She was smiling happily, with a faint twinkle in her indigo eyes.

She looked around at all the people, saying a polite "Hello" to everyone as she passed. Only one of them replied to this. A little girl, no older than ten, sitting in the sidewalks wearing a laced, pink Lolita-like dress and playing with a deflated rubber ball. Leilah was, needless to say, confused. 'Who just leaves their child on the side of the road like that? I should help her,' she thought, checking her watch.

"Hello," the child repeated again, staring at her with curious jade eyes.

Leilah smiled and pushed a strand of her wavy, strawberry-blonde hair away from her eyes, "Hi, I'm—"

"Leilah. I know."

"How do you know my name?" she asked, startled.

"Oh," she muttered, looking at the ball. "there are a lot of things I know about you."

"Um, well, would you like to discuss this? Later? At the Police Station? Maybe we can find your paren– ack!" A slimy, black tentacle wrapped itself around Leilah's waist, nearly forcing the air out of her.

The little girl stood up, smiled, and snapped her fingers. A pit appeared out of thin air on the solid ground. Leilah was shocked, and even more so when a chloroform-scented rag was shoved up her nose. Instantly, she fainted.

"Can I let go of her now? She's heavier than she looks."

The girl glared, "Be my guest, Ursula. You're one to talk about 'heavy.'" She tossed the woman into the pit, and threw herself in after her. "TELL SCAR TO SEND THE INSTRUCTIONS FOR PHASE TWO!" She yelled, not entirely sure if the sea witch could even hear her.

"Oh well," she thought aloud. "I hope this mist is strong enough that nobody saw that. I already have a bad rep around here—"

Clang!

"Huh?" She turned around and saw an old man who had been watching everything. The girl facepalmed. 'And I just got this dress too!' She thought, glaring. 'Ugh, now I have to get blood all over it. Well, can't have any witnesses.'

She walked over to the man. "Hello, my name is Eleanor Victoria Price, and I'm terribly sorry you had to see any of that, sir. I'll make sure you never have to see anything like that ever again! Hell, I'll make sure you never see the light of another day, isn't that better? Yes? Alright. Goodbye; tell the Devil I said 'Hey' when you get to Hell."

I actually had more to ad to this chapter, but I had to get off the computer. This is bad, dammit. Sorry again for the long wait. Review please. Thanks.