Okay, time for the second chapter and first targeting on Terry's part!
Just Desserts
Chapter 2-You Can't Change Your Stripes
One would fucking think that the fucking things that Terry Bleats was setting the fuck up for dishing karma the fuck out to the former Junior Ranger Scouts who destroyed Nick's innocence and turned him into a criminal, the former still being so even after he became first a hero and then even more of a hero as a cop, would take hours and hours to complete, even with her kind of intelligence and competence.
Surprisingly enough, it took no longer than three, and once she was done, she said: "Okay, so where the hell are we now? I've just finished making everything I need for what the fuck I'm aiming to do, I know that there's an excellent chance I'll get away with it, since Nick's a cop and it's been learned by so many what the fuck those pricks did and what the hell that shit motherfucking means, especially since it's a fucking set of facts that's bound to fucking spread, and the only thing standing between them and long overdue karma alongside my REAL revenge is when the hell it's a perfect fucking time to fucking strike."
Now, she fucking said all of this at a low as well volume so that no one could hear her for obvious reasons, since she had neighbors from both sides of her apartment, but it was clear she had everything that she needed, as she made, well, clear under her breath herself, and would now wait to fucking find the fuck out when the hell she would goddamn get a fucking chance to motherfucking make the first motherfucking move.
Thanks to one of her inventions, a compass that both signaled when and where to go at what time and teleported the one using it wherever the hell they wanted to go, and of course did everything a standard compass was supposed to do, she would be alerted to what the hell fucking place to go to at what the hell fucking time.
Specifically, the Meadowlands by nighttime, since at that time, the zebra member of the former Junior Ranger Scouts was intent on going to a special restaurant in Savanna Central which she enjoyed going to, as well, since it was primarily herbivore food and the best sort of that imaginable(and a little bit of stuff for predators that was just as excellent)and she had planned on going there for dinner, anyway, and the Meadowlands well matched his kind, given that it was a place for grazing mammals.
That meant that, with the right means, she could easily teleport him and herself to the Meadowlands and nail him in the way that she was intending before getting away via another teleportation, one that would bring her right into the restaurant without getting noticed by anyone until she was in her seat and thus none would suspect foul play, though in this cause of the ironically good kind/sort.
"All right." she thought to herself as she placed the compass on her utility belt…she had designed said belt so that it would shrink and contain whatever she wasn't using among her special inventions in it and make them come out whenever the hell she wanted them to, all while causing it to be invisible and incapable of being felt by anyone but her…and, after it shrunk and got contained by her belt, she started planning on how the hell she'd fucking execute her fucking plan for him once she'd brought him to the highest hill in the Meadowlands.
Once it was night, she said in her mind: "Okay, I've got the means, the planning, the style and the timing with which to do this, and do this I will. Right now!"
Making her compass come out and able to tell it was easily the time of night that stood the best chance of her plan ending in success with what the hell it fucking made clear to her, she teleported herself first to what street he was the fuck on at the time and then, grabbing a hold of him, she teleported them both on the aforementioned highest hill in the Meadowlands, said teleportation and grabbing happening so fast that no one noticed or heard anything.
"Just as planned." she fucking said to herself, and then the zebra went: "Huh? What the hell? Where am I? Where the fuck am I?"
"You're on the highest fucking hill in the Meadowlands, stripes." he heard Terry's voice fucking say, and he turned the fuck around to fucking see a barely conspicuous, darkness-laden shape of her, asking in shock and confusion: "Hey! Who the hell are you! And what the hell is the meaning of this shit?!"
"The name is Bleats. Terry Bleats." the goddamn goat fucking replied as she touched her belt to make a barbed wire whip come the fuck out of it and the fucking handle of the damn thing into her right fucking hand, though designed for a hoofed hand, obviously, since she was a goat.
"And, would you believe it, I know all about you." she fucking said. "You and your fellow Junior Ranger Scouts, or at least former ones of those, like you are, asshole. I know what the hell you did to Nick Wilde, motherfucker. You and your vile friends. Well, guess the fuck what? That resulted in, among other things, him manipulating and pickpocketing me at one point in his criminal days, and my initial intent on getting him notwithstanding, I opted for getting you and your pals once I fucking found the fuck out, albeit by freak chance, that you all drove him to become that criminal. I was meaning to maim him. But now I can't hate him the way I did before, so you'll take his place and be my whipping boy. My first victim, too. It's a big honor, don't you think?"
She then lashed the fucking barbed wire whip at the zebra repeatedly, making the fuck sure of it to land said lashes on only his black stripes, and as he fucking screamed the fuck out: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" at the fucking top of his lungs, she fucking said to him: "Go ahead, motherfucker. Scream as much as you fucking want. No one's goddamn going to fucking hear anything from either of us all the way the fuck up here."
"NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-EYEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" the zebra screeched further until she finally stopped whipping him, by which point he was bleeding the fuck out all from where the hell his striped skin areas used to be.
"YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" he cried as he looked as his halfway flayed body which was bleeding all the fuck over the place, and, once he'd finally bled the fuck out and fallen to the ground, his remains turned to ash, and said ash turned to nothingness.
"Ah, such a perfect-ass way to get the job done so damn profoundly and not leave any evidence of any such things happening at all." Terry grinned.
Yeah, she'd designed her weapons so that, once they'd fatally injured a victim, said victim would turn to ashes and then to nothingness seconds thereafter.
"Ironically," she fucking thought to herself as she put the barbed wire whip to her belt and it shrunk into a contained, tiny version of itself, "I'm using the currently miniscule and contained Iphone in my belt to record all of this. It's for a Nick-related purpose, but more of that when I'm done focusing on the destruction of these five. Okay, time to fucking celebrate, and enjoy what the hell I was goddamn going to, anyway, at that awesome-ass five start restaurant!"
Taking her compass out of her pocket, which she had put it in just after she and her now dead target had arrived where, ironically, she was now departing from, she teleported herself the fuck out of where the hell she was and the fuck into the restaurant she was intending to go to, specifically at a seat where no one would notice her sudden appearance at, and then she held her compass to her belt so that it would once more become a tiny, contained version of itself.
A few moments thereafter, a waiter had come along, and saw that she had just placed down her menu.
"Hello, Miss. Have you found what you want?" she was asked, and she replied: "Yeah, I'd like a pizza with each and every vegetable topping that can be put on it."
"Got it." said the waiter as she handed the menu over and happily basked in the knowledge that the first of her five missions had been a lovely success.
Of course, she'd have to wait at least a day before even thinking about seeking her next target among the former Junior Ranger Scouts, but that was perfectly fine with her…she was going in the right direction, would be perfectly able to plan ahead like she had before and was now, in the meantime, having the best damn kind of fucking dinner at the best damn kind of fucking time.
CHAPTER TWO'S END
Was this something or what?
I do hope that the zebra getting what for in the way that he did was as satisfying as I meant it to be!
Yeah, Terry means to brutally kill these bastards, and she's already managed it with one of them!
So, what other brutal methods will she be using to try and destroy the other four, whether she succeeds or not?
How will she be able to keep going long enough to complete her mission without getting arrested, even as she's resorted to tactics that almost ensure the best outcome here?
You'll learn in subsequent chapters, believe me.
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