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Chapter 4: Dirty Perverts Must Die
Zanna was in trouble, and she knew it. She waited outside of the throne room patiently. She had a well-thought explanation for her actions. She knew she was a good sweet-talker. She could talk her way out of a prison sentence if it was necessary. Impa came through the door, and looked upon her indignantly.
"The King will see you now," she stated. "And just so you know, I don't trust you. And you can't hide your true heritage from me. I know that you are from the Cana tribe. I may not be able to see your fangs, but the bridge of your nose is a give-away. Maybe you should have opted for a full mask instead of that high-collar monstrosity of a jacket. The Gerudo made a grave mistake in allowing you into their ranks. And once I find sufficient evidence of your evil, I will not only have you captured, but executed as well."
"Try all you want," said Zanna. "Keep up this self-righteous act, and I will slit your throat. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment with the King." With a smirk beneath her collar, she proceeded through the door to the throne room, where the King sat, waiting for her. She bowed respectfully, awaiting the King's speech.
"I hope you have a very good explanation for your actions," said the King. "I instructed you to bring the bandits to me alive. Clearly that was too hard for you. You left a mess on the front of Lon Lon Ranch for the owner to discover. It was a good thing he didn't let his daughter outside to see it. I should have you executed right now! But now you have diplomatic immunity, simply because I cannot afford to have a war with Ganondorf in this age of peace! Well? What have you got to say for yourself?"
"Your Majesty, I can offer you a perfectly reasonable explanation," replied Zanna, completely unshaken by the King's outburst. "You see, I heard that they were going to rape that little girl. Each one of them. I went to silently capture them, when my cover was blown and they'd seen me. They were quicker than I expected. They wanted to see what was under my apparel so badly, that they tried to hold me down and do what they were planning to do to the girl. They waited until nightfall, would you believe? I was overwhelmed with their hands all over me, that I had to react quickly the best way possible. I felt so violated that I could not hold back. I didn't stop cutting until I felt safe. I was really shaken, your majesty. I wanted to save myself for the man who I would someday marry, and I could allow that to be taken away from me. I had to do it, Your Majesty. I'm really sorry about the mess, but I had to leave before it would make me ill. I've never been cornered like that before, Your Majesty. That's why it happened. Please accept my apology. I've never felt so remorseful in all my life..."
The King was silent for a while. Zanna was growing impatient. She put her heart into that lie. That was a lesson that the Gerudo taught her. In life, you have to lie. It was part of being a thief and assassin. That was how they all got by.
"A valid explanation," said the King, finally. "Considering the circumstances, I cannot think of how you could have acted differently. However, should such a situation occur again, I advise that you clean up after yourself, especially when children live nearby. I am touched by your protectiveness of a child you've never met. Had it been me in your position and my daughter was in such danger, I would have done the same. Well, maybe not the exact same thing, but nevertheless, I would have protected her. You have done well. Your fighting style is not quite of this world, but it gets the job done. I believe that your concern for the plight of women will aid you well. So I decree that you will be the sword of the Royal Family."
"Thank you, Your Majesty," said Zanna. "It is a great honour to serve you. How else may I be of service?"
"It has come to my attention that a man by the name of Stefano the Pimp is running a brothel in the lowest part of town," said the King. "He is violating the honour of women by selling their bodies for the pleasure of filthy men. I cannot abide that kind of man in this realm, and he is to be dealt with swiftly. Now I know you have only done one job for me so far, and your methods may be questionable to some, but when you do something it is final, and heinous acts are never to be repeated again. So I want you to find this brothel, and dispose of Stefano, by any means necessary."
"Yes Your Majesty," replied Zanna. "May I ask why this man irks you so?"
"Lately, he has been having his women dress and role play as my daughter," replied the King. "Such an act is disgraceful, and is punishable by death. I will not have him here and have to look at him, so it is up to you to deal with him."
"Right away, Your Majesty," said Zanna. She then departed from his presence.
It was still daylight, and Zanna didn't think it fit to go and assassinate a man so early, particularly one who pimps women of the night. The details bothered her someone. "Role playing as Princess Zelda? Ugh! Don't they know how old she is? Gods, what are they thinking? Then again, has anyone outside the castle ever seen her? Perhaps not, or they wouldn't be doing such a thing. That young couple always talk about her. That man compares his girlfriend's beauty with Zelda's, but there just isn't a comparison. She's a kid, for a start. Maybe one day, when she's all grown up, she will be the most beautiful woman in Hyrule. Although, she is beautiful now, for a kid. She's so cute, really. But not when she's glaring at me. Strange... I feel like killing every Hylian except for her. When I look at her, I feel calm. Powerless, even. It sort of spooks me out, thinking that she could have such power over me. She's so pure. Maybe that's why..."
Zanna rode around, searching for the brothel. A middle-aged man skulked suspiciously passed her. Curious, Zanna followed him discreetly. Mingling with the crowd for good measure. She followed him to a run-down area of town, until he entered a door, blushing as he looked over his shoulder. From the safe distance, Zanna could hear a woman welcoming him inside, calling him 'Big Boy' and telling him seductively how bad he'd been. That was the place. Zanna went the other way. She would come back later. She went back to the market, and purchased some suggestive clothing. She then waited until nightfall and changed into a skimpy black dress with fishnet stockings and black high-heeled knee-high boots. She put her jacket on over the outfit and rode back towards the brothel. She dismounted gracefully. She then entered the brothel. Ignoring the dirty looks from the prostitutes, she headed upstairs until she came to a fancy-looking door and headed into the room.
"Service for Stefano?" she asked in a seductive voice. A man with long blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, black trousers and boots approached her.
"I am Stefano," he confirmed. "But I never called for service. My business is to provide service for men. My prostitutes go and visit clients, and sometimes clients come here. And if I ever need some... shall we say... uh... Well, I have plenty of women here." Zanna chuckled quietly, almost menacingly.
"Aren't you curious to see what I've got?" she asked as she stripped off her jacket. Stefano clenched his jaw as he attempted to prevent a rather obvious erection. Zanna stepped closer to him.
"Like what you see?" she sneered. "Why don't I make you more comfortable?" She roughly shoved him onto the bed, and quick as a flash, she cuffed him to the wooden part of the bed. She straddled his waist, noting how muscular his torso was beneath his shirt.
"Well," he said. "If you're as good as you say, how would you like to work for me? Work for me and you'll be a very rich woman."
"And yet you'll still be very rich," replied Zanna. "Does it make you feel important when you ask your whores to role play as a child?" Stefano began to look worried. Zanna grinned evilly, showing her fangs. She lunged forward, sinking her teeth into his neck. He cried out in pain, writhing beneath her, trying to shake her off. Zanna tore away from him, and with her claw-like nails, ripped his shirt in half, and clawed bloody lines down his body. Stefano screamed loudly, scarcely believing that he was being clawed to death.
"Don't scream so much," said Zanna sweetly. "You'll make your whores think you like it."
"What are you?" Stefano demanded.
"The last of my kind," Zanna replied. "And your worst nightmare!"
She then clawed his neck, making his jugular vein rupture. He was still howling like a buffalo. Zanna's thirst for blood hadn't drained just yet. She was still feeling very sadistic. She ran a finger down his torso, and drove her finger in. Stefano still couldn't shake her off, and he was rapidly losing blood. With one hand, she tore a hole into his belly and yanked out his intestines, the last thing he saw before he breathed his last breath. Zanna was panting feverishly. She got up slowly, ignoring the blood on her hands and dress. She walked over to the bedroom window, opened it, and jumped out. Retrieving her normal clothes, she went to a puddle, and washed her hands off and ducked into a shadow next to a house. She tore off the dress and the stockings and boots, and quickly put on her own gear. As she walked out into the moonlight, she was startled by Impa's sudden appearance.
"What in the Sand Goddess's name do you want?" Zanna hissed angrily.
"Can't a woman walk in the streets without being questioned?" asked Impa.
"I know you didn't come out here just for a walk," Zanna spat. "I bet you were spying on me. You're not shy to point out that you don't trust me. The king trusts me, and I don't care what you think!"
"You obviously do," replied Impa. "And I won't hold back from saying this to you. I don't agree with your methods. And I don't agree with you unravelling Hyrule's legal system. That man should have had a trial."
"I was ordered to deal with him by any means necessary," said Zanna.
"What, by torturing him to death?" retorted Impa. "I'm surprised that you didn't go and slaughter the prostitutes as well. I guess I should be grateful that you can show restrained. But that's not your strong point, is it?"
"I love what I do," said Zanna. "I won't apologise for that. Especially when it's for the good of Hyrule."
"Nice to know," said Impa. "But why do you kill so passionately? What drives you?"
"You know very well what drives me," said Zanna rudely. "You know what tribe I'm from. So you would also know that I'm looking for the bastards who destroyed my home village, leaving me as the last surviving Cana. And to make matters worse, I'm not physically compatible to reproduce with a Hylian or whatever. My species is doomed. As soon as I die, that's it."
"I'm presuming that was the whole point," said Impa with a chuckle. Zanna growled and lunged at her, but Impa was already gone.
