Chapter 13: Shirley
Nikita revealed his newest plot to me. Well, at least, only an eensy-weensy part of it. Something about a fire.
"We'll wait," he said, with barely suppressed glee, "until their little game ends. Then, we shall strike."
I nodded numbly. I had a feeling that my newly discovered Darklecovia was involved with this. Nikita called it "the ability to summon any natural disaster at will, a power equal to the gods!"
I didn't see it that way. I saw it as an evil thing, a causer of mayhem, of disaster. I didn't want it. But it had, regardless of my feelings, forced itself on me. I was convinced that my evil powers had a good side to them. So I practiced in secret, and discovered that my Darklecovia could also bring prosperity and joy. I discovered it when I experimented with a patch of sand. At my touch, I watched the sand grains in the tiny patch of sand turn into rich, fertile soil, and little flowers sprung to life onto there. A tiny little sapling even sprouted!
Of course, after that I was completely and utterly exhausted. I smiled, remembering the joy of causing life to spring back to something so desolate as sand.
Nikita's voice snapped me back to the present. "Until then, just go to sleep, will you?" he said, with his trademark sneer. A part of me struggled to resist, to fight his power and maim him, as well as kill him, but there would be no good in that, right? And why would I want to do that to him? He's innocent. He's just influenced by the scientists...
And so I lay down, feeling my eyelids grow heavy, no more energy to fight, the last sound I heard being Nikita laughing maniacally.