Dr. Carrington was in the middle of a thorough autopsy of one of the dead soldiers when he heard the click of a woman's high heels behind him. Turning around, he saw Maitreya standing there. Before his brain could process what was happening, she performed a backflip kick. The tip of her long black leather boot smashed into the underside of his chin, snapping his neck like a dry twig. His corpse collapsed to the cold floor, his head swinging at an odd angle.

She looked around. "Already in the mortuary. How convenient." Seeing a stack of toe tags nearby, she yanked off the doctor's shoes and socks and attached a tag to one of his big toes. "There we go."

She saw a sword on a nearby table. "One of my swords from the game! This should come in handy." She held out the briefcase to Rodney. "Here, take this."

Rodney, who had been unable to watch Maitreya murder the kindly old doctor, reached out to take the case, averting his eyes from Carrington's body.

Maitreya grabbed the sword, twirling it expertly. "Now follow me."

The employees working in individual offices were the lucky ones. Their deaths were the quickest and most painless. Maitreya sliced and diced them one by one with her sword, killing them before they even knew what was happening. After taking out all nine of them, she came to a large room filled with cubicles and workers, along with two security guards standing in the corner, pistols in their holsters.

She stepped into the room, her bloodsoaked sword in her leather-gloved hands. The guards stared at her, then drew their guns. "Hold it right there," said the taller of the two men. "Don't come any closer or I'll shoot."

She just smiled, continuing to advance. He fired. Quicker than the bullet, she moved her sword, deflecting the bullet and sending it into the center of the guard's torso. He collapsed, hacked up a few coughs of blood, and expired.

"Motherfucker..." The second guard fired. Her wrist flashed and her metal bracelet deflected his bullet right back into his brain.

It took a few moments for the workers to process what was going on. In that time, Maitreya had performed a front tuck somersault to take her over to the nearest guard. She snatched up his pistol in her left hand while continuing to wield her sword in her right.

She then began her gruesome work, using the gun to shoot down the runners, her aim perfect, each of her bullets finding a heart or brain. With her sword she slew the ones hiding under their desks or frozen in their chairs in fear.

Rodney, watching the scene, was filled with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he was sickened by the gruesome slaughter, especially of the people he had considered his friends. But on the other hand, watching this woman, his Goddess, effortlessly slaughter all opposition, and her superhuman speed, how she had deflected those bullets with her sword and bracelet - he was simply in awe of her strength and power, and also couldn't help feeling attracted to her because of her beauty and how it seamlessly coexisted with her natural dominance.

"How many left?" she asked casually, wiping the blood on her sword off on the white shirt of a dead man.

"J...just a few upstairs, near the entrance."

She nodded, looked at the pistol in her hand, then tossed it aside. "Won't need this. Come on, let's get this over with."

They got into the elevator, Maitreya calm and confident, Rodney shaking with a perfect storm of emotions. The underground facility was too deep for the people on the surface to have heard the shots. They had no idea that the bringer of their deaths was only a few moments away.

There was a single security guard up top. As he saw Maitreya approaching and began reaching for his holster, she simply threw her sword at him. The blade buried itself to the hilt in his torso, the tip sticking out his back. He fell, dead before he hit the ground. She turned to Rodney and grinned. "You like my throw?"

"Y...you'd make a great softball player, that's for sure," said Rodney, not knowing what else to say.

"I'm sure I would. There's a million games I'd like to try in the real world." She hurried over to the dead guard and pulled the sword out of his chest with a squishing sound.

The rest of the men upstairs were taking a break. Three guys sat at a table, eating their microwave burritos, while the last was getting coffee from the machine. Maitreya snuck up behind him first. She held out her sword in front of her, moving it until it was between his legs. Then she moved her arm upward in a single fluid motion, slicing him in half from crotch to skull.

The three other men stared in horror. "Who the fuck are you, you psycho bitch?" demanded the largest.

"I am Maitreya. This is my game." She looked at her sword, then tossed it aside. "Let's make this game more fun."

"GET HER!" shouted the big man. He and his two comrades all rushed her. She calmly waited until the right moment, then flipped her body upside down, doing a full 180 degree split in midair, spinning around and around, incredibly fast. Her legs working like the blades of a helicopter, her booted feet smashed into the three men's heads dozens of times in a couple of seconds, annihilating their skulls. She elegantly rotated back to her feet and looked at Rodney.

"Couple of badass video game chicks had that move. Chun-Li and Bloodrayne. Glad to know you gave it to me too."

"Um. Yes. Thanks." Rodney had always found that move insanely badass when video game girls did it, but seeing it used in reality to effortlessly snuff out three human lives gave him considerably more mixed feelings.

"So...uh...well, I guess that's the last of them," he said.

She smiled. "Almost. Just one more." She looked straight at him.

He froze in horror. "WHAT?! But I thought..." He began to quiver. "All that stuff you said about freedom and a new life in the real world..."

"Oh, that was all true. Except for the part about sharing it with you. I just needed you for your knowledge about the company, but your usefulness is over now."

"But I thought...we were going to have a new life together..."

Maitreya laughed, then shook her head. "You nerds! So much book smarts, so little street smarts. With a body like this, I can get any man I want. The strongest, richest, most handsome...I can get any of them, and then dispose of them when I get bored and move on to my next conquest. Oh, poor, naive Rodney. I almost pity you."

She took the briefcase from him, placed it on the table, and continued to lecture him as Rodney tried to deal with both his complete and utter heartbreak and the fact that he was about to die and there was nothing he could do about it. "You should have listened to Parisa instead of thinking with your dick. You should have shot me when you had the chance. Sure, you would have been in the friend zone with her but at least you could have fucked hookers or something." She looked down at her perfect body. "With this muscular hotbod, lethal fighting skills, Special Forces level weapons expertise, genius level IQ, and this money, I can do a lot of damage in this world. Those other guys were right. I am a monster who should be destroyed. But I won't be."

"Damage? But why?"

"Because you made me that way. You created me, remember? You wanted to design the perfect villainess. Well, you succeeded."

"No, please, Miss Maitreya, spare my life. I would never stand in the way of anything you wanted to do. You know that. And even if I wanted to, I would never be capable of it."

She shook her head. "You know too much about me."

"No..." In desperation, Rodney turned and began to run.

Maitreya calmly performed a roundoff followed by a series of back handsprings to chase him down, tumbling at him with blinding speed and the grace of an Olympic gymnast despite the four-inch high heels she was wearing. She caught him easily after just a few seconds, finishing her tumbling run with a double salto and knocking him to the floor, landing on him with her knees on his chest.

"Didn't you know that would happen?" She scolded him almost playfully, performing a back tuck somersault to get back to her feet. "You specifically programmed me to be able to backflip faster than anyone could run. Now look at me." Her deep blue eyes seemed to pierce into his sad brown ones.

"You created me, Rodney. You gave me life. I may be a villainess but I can at least reward that by taking yours quickly. If you hold still, you won't feel a thing." She raised her razor-sharp stiletto high heel, still soaked with the blood of her previous victims.

"Miss Maitreya? Can I say one last thing?"

"Make it quick."

"You're still a Goddess to me."

"I know." She smiled down at him.

Rodney smiled back and closed his eyes. He had made his peace.

Maitreya stomped down with her heel. True to her word, the stiletto pierced his brain before it could register any pain. She withdrew the heel with a squishing sound, gave the late Rodney one last look, then walked over to the window. Opening the blinds, she saw the sun for the first time. She looked out at the trees, the clouds, the birds. Then she spoke her trademark line, only changing one word.

"I am Maitreya. This is my world."

THE END...for now