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Timmy and Vicky drove along the road with the radio blaring Vicky's CD's.

Still slightly flustered from their makeout session, Timmy carefully pulled on one of his spare shirts that he kept in Vicky's car. This was a necessary precaution, as many bad things happened to his clothes in Vicky's car. The shirt he had been wearing previously was torn to shreds during their private activities.

Vicky was tapping her hands on the wheel and humming along to one of the songs. Timmy took a second to appreciate her unseen beauty.

When she wasn't yelling, or torturing, or teasing, or acting mean, she was really quite a sight to behold. Fiery red hair, deep blood eyes, and a body that could kill. She was like a beautiful snake, poised in a hypnotizing way but could strike and kill you in a second.

Still, he would be lying if he said the danger didn't excite him a bit.

Knowing that his girlfriend was such a vicious siren, many doubts of his ability to become like her arose in his mind. She reminded him often enough that he was as cute as cute got. Whereas being hateful came naturally to Vicky, Timmy found meekness a very comfortable trait to have.

But, if anyone could make him mean, it was Vicky.

He just had to trust her.

Timmy raised his voice to address Vicky over the band playing.

"Where are we going?"

Vicky's voice raised to a similar level to respond.

"We're goin' to the mall, twerp." she said loudly.

Timmy raised an eyebrow. Weren't they going to start his training? If he was going to be a dominant supervisor by tomorrow, wouldn't a better idea be to start immediately?

"Can't your shopping wait? I thought my training would come first." he said pouting.

Vicky rolled her eyes and turned the music down slightly.

"This is part of my training, genius." she said knowingly.

She turned the music back up and made it clear that no more questions would be answered. Timmy decided to take her word for it and leaned back in his seat, tapping his foot to the beat and unsure of what lie in store.

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Vicky strut confidently through the mall with Timmy running to catch up with her powerful stride. He didn't dare ask her to slow down, because that would most likely make her speed up.

"Vicky... can you please tell me what we're doing here?" he begged quietly.

Vicky turned to him with a dark twinkle in her eye and tapped the side of her nose.

"All in good time, squirt. Just follow me." she said vaguely as she turned away and worked into another fast pace.

Timmy would have argued, but he had to chase after her so she wouldn't be lost. Vicky seemed to be heading for something in particular, and was so set on her destination that she went right through large crowds of people. Anybody lucky enough to see her coming quickly ran out of the way. Others weren't so lucky and got slammed out of the way.

Vicky never faltered. She just powered forward like a steel locomotive.

Timmy ran after her and muttered rushed apologies to the dazed people who still had no idea what hit them. He only hoped Vicky would arrive at her desired place before she went right through a wall.

His running ceased when he slammed into Vicky, who had abruptly stopped. He fell on his cute behind and rubbed it painfully as he stood up to voice his annoyance to Vicky. But, he noticed that she had stopped in front of a store.

Dismissing his pained tuckus, he wondered why she had brought them here, of all places.

"Uh, Vicky... why are we at Toys R' We?" he asked.

Vicky turned and smiled widely.

"What, don't like toy stores, twerp?" she said teasingly.

"Not this one. You took me here a few years ago and bought me a bunch of toys. Then you made me watch as you destroyed them all." Timmy said.

"Oh yeah, I remember. Heh heh. Good times."

Vicky kept chuckling until she looked at Timmy's unamused face. She halted in her mirth and threw her arm over his shoulder, still smiling.

"Alright twerp, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you later, but right now we have training to do."

She walked into the store, with a very unhappy Timmy on her heels.

"You still haven't told me why we're here, Vicky." he probed.

Vicky turned to him again and took a step away from him. Vicky stood and spread her arms out to gesture around her. Timmy was confused but didn't say anything.

"Alright, twerp. Take a look around and tell me what you see."

Timmy knew the obvious answer and didn't even bother looking.

"Toys."

Vicky shook her head slowly and wagged her finger in his face.

"Besides toys, twerp."

Timmy rolled his eyes, but obediently took another look around. What was most present was toys, but there were also many children running around.

"I see a bunch of kids."

Vicky nodded and crossed her arms, pleased.

"Exactly, twerp. Kids. Lots and lots of kids, running around, pouring out of cracks, making a mess, causing noise, and being overall nuisances."

"I don't follow."

Vicky placed a fist on her hip and raised her index finger like a teacher giving a lesson.

"What I mean is, children are awful creatures. They should all be squashed like the insects they are, in my book. Unfortunately, not everyone is willing to admit that they hate kids like I am. They all like to think that kids are cute, innocent little things." Vicky paused to take a breath, and Timmy leaned forward to hear more. "they're all just lying to themselves. Deep down, everybody loathes children. Their shreaky voices, their messy faces, their incessant crying, need I go on?"

Timmy digested her words and scratched his head thoughtfully.

"So... the reason you were always so cruel to us kids was because...?"

"Yup. It was never just irrational hatred. I had my reasons for being a total jerk. I hate kids. It's that simple."

Timmy processed all this, but was still confused.

"Wait... then, why did you ever agree to go out with me?" he inquired curiously.

Vicky pondered for a moment.

"I guess... I guess it's because you were always mature for your age. Not like all those other dumb kids, you were clever. I had a bit of a soft spot for you."

Timmy raised an eyebrow as he remembered all the wedgies, swirlies, and maid outfits.

"... a soft spot, huh?"

Vicky shrugged her shoulders.

"Well... granted I was a total bitch, but you should have seen some of the stuff I did to your friends. Compared to them, your tortures were tame."

Timmy was surprised to hear this for the first time, and was unsure what to respond with.

"Oh... thanks, I guess."

"Your welcome, twerp. Now let's start that training."

Timmy wrung his hands and questioned her yet again.

"Wait, so what do these kids have to do with my training?"

Vicky gestured to the kids and told him.

"I'm pretty sure I mentioned this, but deep down everybody hates children. If we can awaken your inner demon, you can become as evil as I am. All you have to do is see what I see."

"But... how do I do that?"

Vicky winked and grabbed his arm.

"Come with me."

They both ran across the store, slinking through aisles and keeping out of sight, before ducking behind a display stand.

Timmy first blushed at their close proximity until he noticed that Vicky's eyes were directed somewhere else.

Peering over the stand, he followed her eyes until his own rested on a little boy and his mother. The boy was looking through a bin of action figures on clearance while the mother was chatting on her phone. Timmy and Vicky watched as the boy found a figure he obviously wanted and brought it over to his mother.

"Vicky, why are we-"

"Hush. Just watch."

The little boy stood in front of his mother with the toy in hand, but she just remained unaware of his presence. Irritated that the center of attention was not himself, the little boy waved the toy in front of his mom's face and repeated her name very loudly.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Hey, mommy! Mommy! Mom, mom, mom! Hey, mom! Mooooommmmmeeeeeee..." he screeched as he dragged out the last title.

The mother tore away from her phone and glared at her son.

"What is it, Joseph? Can't you see I'm on the phone?"

"Mommy, I want this toy."

She glanced at the figure before going back to her phone.

"No."

The boy put a determined look on his face and thrust the toy in front of her again.

"I want this toy!"

The mother was not amused by being asked a second time and repeated her answer. Over the next few minutes, the boy asked about a hundred more times. Sometimes he pleaded, sometimes he demanded, but the mother's answer was always the same. By the end the boy's face was scrunched up and red.

"PLEASE!" he screamed at his mother.

"No. Now, put it back. We have to leave."

His eyes widened and he threw himself on the ground, screaming bloody murder and clutching his toy. He yelled and yelled, knocking over displays and breaking many toys during his tantrum. The mother ignored his shenanigans, letting him cause destruction and finishing her phone conversation. She did nothing to try and calm him down.

Timmy watched in disbelief as the demon spawned kid practically decimated the whole aisle, until he was dragged away kicking and screaming by his indifferent mother.

Deep inside his gut, Timmy felt a pulsing disgust for the two people he had just seen.

Vicky gave him an I told you so smile.

"Now do you see my point, twerp? Kids suck."

Though he could agree he felt a degree of annoyance towards those two, he wasn't ready to believe that all children were that bad.

"C'mon... those two were just one example. Not every kid can be that horrible." he said, though he was beginning to doubt himself.

Vicky tsked disapprovingly and folded er arms.

"So... you need more proof that kids are scum? Fine then. Let's move on to exhibit B."

As they left the aisle Timmy saw an employee enter the scene. The poor guy surveyed the mess and looked like he was about to cry.

She led him over to another aisle and the both look around one of the displays.

"Look over there." she whispered.

Timmy looked over and saw some kid climbing a big shelf. There was a large sign right next to it that clearly said no climbing in big letters, but the little kid was completely disregarding it and knocking many expensive looking objects to the ground.

That kid was laughing as he pushed the objects off and heard them crash.

Timmy felt the hatred and disgust churn inside him again as he watched the child throw all common courtesy out the window. In that moment, he wanted to do something. Anything. He wanted to make that stupid kid become aware of his stupidity. He wanted to calm the ocean of hatred crashing in him. He wanted to do something... mean.

With a start, he realized that this was what Vicky must feel all the time. The urge to do wrong to kids. Looking at her, she had a dastardly smile on her face. He could tell she was planning something.

Vicky walked over to the shelf, keeping her eyes on the climber and licking her lips deliciously. Timmy followed cautiously and stood with her.

Without looking at him, she gave an order.

"Bring that kid down to earth." she said sternly.

"But-" he protested meekly.

"Now."

Timmy wanted to protest, but he found that he actually... wanted to do it. All morals he was aware of dictated that he do not act in such a way, but... he still found himself walking over to the shelf.

Looking up, he saw that awful kid in all his annoying glory and before he knew it his foot shot out and kicked the shelf.

The boy lost his balance and screamed as he fell to the ground. Timmy stepped out of the way and he hit the ground with a loud splat. The kid lay in a crumpled heap and began crying loudly.

Vicky, off to the side, was chuckling silently with her hand over her mouth.

Now, what Timmy should have done was rush to the kids aid. He should have apologized profusely and berated himself for doing such a thing in the first place. He should have been angry with Vicky for making him do such a thing.

But, he didn't.

As he stood there, surveying his deed, he felt... powerful. He felt dominant. He felt good.

Gone was the meekness. Gone was the submission. He was in charge.

Another thing he noticed was that he was smiling. Not his normal smile either. It was a smile similar to Vicky's. Shark-like and scary.

Yes... he had to admit... he felt pretty happy about being mean. Something told him that Vicky's training might be more fun then he thought.