Chapter 25

Victor Klump was exhausted. Despite his desire not to, he had been working non-stop on trying to come up with a way to make Midge's knew ability permanent. It was now three in the morning but he'd come up with a likely solution. However he had no idea what other effects it might have on Midge, nor did he relish the idea of her using her powers for petty revenge. That hadn't been what he'd had in mind, he'd intended Midge to make a boy fall in love with her, not make a boy try and kill her former best friend.

He'd fought against the mind controlling pheromones but it was like a constant nagging voice in his head was constantly telling him to obey Midge's orders and his body felt compelled to follow.

Victor slowly filled the syringe with the reddish liquid which has small green bubbles in it. He wasn't even sure what to call the serum, but in theory if injected it would allow Midge to produce the mind controlling pheromones naturally rather than need his spray on mists.

Victor went upstairs to Midge's bedroom and knocked on the door before opening. Midge was sound asleep but woke up when her father entered the room.

"I've solved it," Victor said as Midge sat up and handed his daughter the syringe.

Midge turned on her bedside lamp and looked the syringe over and then grinned.

"There might be side effects though," Victor warned her.

"What sort of side effects?" Midge asked.

"Honestly, I don't know," Victor replied. "I'm dealing with only partially understood compounds and operating off of what is essentially an educated guess."

"But I'll produce those pheromones myself?" Midge asked.

Victor sighed and nodded.

"Then that's all that matters," Midge said.

She jabbed the syringe violently into her own leg and injected herself letting out a grunt of pain as she did. She then pulled the needle out and took several deep breaths.

"How long should it take?" Midge asked her father.

"I… I'm not sure," Victor replied.

"Well how about we find out," Midge said. "Hop on one foot daddy!"

Victor stared at his daughter confused by her order but suddenly he found himself hopping up and down on one foot as Midge watched with a gleeful expression on her face.

"Amazing!" she exclaimed.

Just then there was a bang downstairs.

"What was that?" Midge asked.

Victor shrugged as he continued to hop.

"Stop hopping like an idiot and go look," Midge ordered.

Victor stopped hopping and left the room but as he did he saw two masked figures making their way up the stairs armed with MP7's equipped with suppressors. Victor turned and ran back into Midge's room when he saw them. The men chased him into her room.

"Stop you two!" Midge ordered as they entered the room. "Stand still and don't do anything."

The two men stopped in their tracks and stood still just staring ahead. Midge grinned as she stood up and walked in circles around them.

"You, point you gun at his head," Midge ordered one of them to point his weapon at the other.

Clearly struggling to resist but unable to the man did as she said. His ally stood still clearly frightened. Midge walked over and pulled off his mask so she could see the fear in his face.

"Terrifying isn't it?" Midge asked. "Knowing that with a word from me your friend here will kill you, and neither of you can do anything to stop it. Almost makes you want to piss yourself doesn't it?"

The man stood there his eyes bulging with fright.

"In fact, why don't you show me how scared you are and piss yourself," Midge suggested with a smirk.

The man only felt more frightened as his bladder emptied, urine running down his legs and soaking his pants. Midge giggled with sadistic glee as she saw a dark spot appear and grow larger around the crotch of his pants.

"Okay kill him," Midge said to the second man.

The second man opened fire killing the first with a burst from his MP7. He fell to the ground and was soon lying in a puddle of both urine and blood.

"Now hand me your gun," Midge ordered.

The man handed his gun to her clearly reluctantly. Midge hefted it and pointed it at his head.

"You broke into my house, probably to kill me and my father right?" she asked.

The man said nothing.

"Answer me!" Midge snapped.

He nodded his head.

"I should kill you for that," Midge said her finger quivering on the trigger.

However she then lowered the gun and smiled.

"But I won't," she said.

The man gave an audible sigh.

"What's going to happen is you're going to take that knife of yours and slit your own throat," Midge ordered.

Terrified the man pulled the serrated knife from his belt and slowly raised it to his throat his hand shaking. As Midge watched utterly fascinated he slowly drew the blade along his own throat and soon collapsed to the ground his throat gushing blood.

"This is amazing!" Midge exclaimed.

Just then she heard a click behind her and saw that her father had picked up the pistol from the first man's belt and was shakingly pointing it at her.

"You are not going to shoot me," Midge said.

Victor knew he had to, his daughter was a psychopath. However as he tried to pull the trigger he found his finger wouldn't respond. He struggled with all his might but his finger would not move.

"Here's what you are going to do daddy, you're going to take that gun and you're going to kill mom with it," Midge said. "And then you are going to do one of two things, you're either going to come with me or you're going to take that gun, put it in your mouth and blow your own brains out."

Victor struggled to resist as his body made its way into his bedroom. His wife was still asleep, somehow having slept through the racket. He walked over to her side of the bed and pointed the gun at her. Midge followed behind and stood at the door. She watched with a smile on her face as her father fired two shots into her mother's skull. Victor then turned around and looked at Midge.

"So what's it going to be daddy?" Midge asked. "Are you going to come with me? Or are you going to join mom?"

Victor thought it over, he realized that if he went with Midge she might force him to make her ability to control people even more powerful. But he also knew that he might be the only way to stop her. However he also could be forced to kill other people like his wife. Victor took a deep breath and then in single a smooth motion put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.

Midge let out a surprised yet excited laugh as she watched her father's brains splatter all over the ceiling.

"Oh that was awesome," Midge exclaimed as she looked at both her parents' corpses. "My revenge is going to be so sweet!"

She turned to head downstairs but as she reached the door she came across a big hulking man. He was dressed in dark blue and carried a pair of sword on his back and a pair of pistol on his belt. He wore a mask that was dark blue on the right side of his face and orange on the left. Only his left eye was visible.

"Oh, you look menacing," Midge said cockily.

The man drew a sword.

"Put that back," Midge said.

He did as she asked and stared at her in disbelief as she grinned at him.

"So big guy, what's your name?" Midge asked.

"D…Deathstroke," he stammered trying not to speak.

"That's not a name, that's an alias," Midge said. "What's your real name?"

"Slade, Slade Wilson," he replied.

"Tell me Slade, who sent you here?" Midge asked.

"I don't know," Deathstroke replied. "My clients pay for anonymity."

"Smart, disappointing, but smart," Midge said. "Well now Mr. Wilson, you work for me."

Beneath his mask Deathstroke face scrunched into a look of disappointment at the thought of doing the bidding of a psychotic sixteen year-old girl.

"Of course we can't stay here," Midge said. "So Mr. Wilson you're going to take me some place to hide out for a while so I can plan my next move."

Deathstroke just stared at her.

"Well, go on, lead the way," Midge urged him.

Reluctantly he turned and walked down the stairs Midge following behind. Deathstroke was hoping that whatever hold his girl had on him wore off because he was looking forward to cutting her head off.

At school the next day everything was abuzz. Police had shown up at the Klump house to find Midge's parents dead as well as two other unknown men also dead. On top of that Midge was missing and there was no sign of what had happened to her.

Betty along with Barry, Jughead and Dilton were sitting in the bleacher of the football field during gym class which was second period.

"Do you think Midge is responsible for whatever happened?" Betty asked. "Or maybe it's all just a coincidence?"

"Her father did work at Belle Reeve," Dilton said.

"Perhaps it was a kidnapping gone wrong," Barry suggested.

"The Klumps aren't particularly rich," Jughead said.

"But maybe he had something that was worth more than money," Betty suggested.

"We need to find out just what he did there," Dilton said.

"I overheard that Adam was taken from police custody to Belle Reeve," Jughead said.

"Maybe if we go there under the pretence of visiting him we can scope the place out?" Barry suggested.

"That's a good idea," Betty agreed. "Between the two of us we should be able to scope the place out in no time."

"But you probably won't be able to get in to see him till tomorrow at the earliest," Dilton said. "I mean at the very least he's going to be kept in isolation for twenty-four hours so he won't have any guests in that time."

"That's disappointing," Betty commented.

"Have you talked to Jason since the incident yesterday?" Jughead asked.

"We texted and I talked to him briefly between classes," Betty replied. "But he's been staying near Cheryl; she was really shaken up by what happened."

"I totally get that," Barry said. "I mean it's not exactly a common occurrence that a random person suddenly gets it in their head that they need to kill you."

"If Midge really is somehow responsible for all this she might make another attempt on Cheryl's life," Dilton said. "We should keep an eye on her."

"I hate not knowing what's going on," Betty grumbled.

Just then the gym teacher Coach Kleats yelled at them to get down from the bleachers and run laps. All of them did as told, somewhat reluctantly, although their reluctance was all different.

Veronica watched as the police van arrived with the newest patient, Adam Chisholm, to Belle Reeve. She watched as a heavily sedated teenage boy was taken off the van and put onto a gurney and transported inside. However Veronica wasn't waiting for the patient. She watched as a limousine pulled up to the facility. Veronica walked over and got into the back.

"Why hello dear," her mother greeted her.

"Your assassins failed," Veronica said. "The daughter got away, probably with one of your assassins to guard her."

"The two that were found dead were just fodder," Hermione Lodge responded. "The real assassin is the one that's still alive. And as long as he is alive he'll get the job done."

"You're certain this won't be traced back to you or me?" Veronica asked.

"Deathstroke prides himself on keeping his clients' anonymity," Hermione replied. "I've used him several times in the past with no issues."

Veronica frowned but nodded.

"Alright mother," she said. "I need to get back to work."

"Don't worry dear, it will all work out," Hermione said.

Veronica got out of the limousine and then watched as it drove off. As she turned and headed back inside she was thinking everything that had happened, and could happen, over in her head. Veronica always tried to stack the odds in her favour whenever she could, but in this situation she couldn't figure out a way to do that, and it worried her to leave things up to chance.

Perhaps the Chisholm boy would be able to provide her with something she could use, she'd have her doctors run every test they could think of on him. Hopefully she'd come up with something.

Rather dark chapter there. Just trying to show how psychotic Midge is. Of course we don't know yet what the side effects of that serum will be. Also it almost seems like Betty and Veronica have a common enemy, but does that mean the two of them will work together? Find out in the next chapter. Please review.