[A short snippet of a fanfic I might want to do in the future. An AU where Ruby Rose has an arch enemy named Malcolm Thorn, an aggressive Incel revolutionary.]
Ruby Rose sat on her miniature study table located at the corner of her studio room of her best friend's apartment. The 21-year-old woman was bobbing her head to Nas' Ether beat while scribbling countless attempts at poetry, violently tearing each piece of paper while grabbing a new one from the bottom. Perfecting her words and her flow before finalizing it in her upcoming speech.
Taking breaks only to tune and calibrate her new metal arm that was attached to her left shoulder after her arch enemy, Malcolm Thorn dislodged it by using his Blue Frozen Spear to tear her joint apart. After five long hours that felt like eons in the pin drop quiet studio, Ruby had at last come up with the perfect response to the King of Incels' assault on her that left her with one less arm and one less ally alive on her crew.
The silver-eyed warrior made her way to the front of the video camera, and once the very few seconds of the recording had passed, Ruby looked dead into the recording lens with a deadpan face and began her speech.
"Three months ago, me and my crew of huntresses were assaulted by Malcolm Thorn and his crew of loser incels. It was a full-frontal aggressive assault that resulted in my left biological arm getting dismembered, my best friend Nabila Gelé being whipped to a bloody mess before eventually thrown into a river for dead. She's still missing even at this moment. And my team leader, Winter Schnee, was forced to witness her father Jacques Gelé being choked to death by Cinder Fall. This ruthless attack was apparently an act of revenge towards us for bombing the M.A.I.D. centre that Malcolm and his pantheon of violent incels built two years ago."
Ruby closed her eyes momentarily before taking a deep breath to continue what she had to get off her chest.
"You know, when you are so deep into your toxic ideology of hatred and violence, you tend to think everything is permitted, nothing is off limits and you can still be in the right. These bitter, lonely men can act like they are unjustly triggered by us, but they'll never look at themselves in the mirror and think that maybe they are the ones in the wrong."
"Malcolm thinks he can completely unload his full, unadulterated rage on me and my crew and that there will be no pushback from us, deluding himself into thinking me and the rest of the huntresses won't pick ourselves up to finish our score with him and his team of whining loser, virgin men."
Ruby snaps her fingers and the music beat starts playing in the background.
"Malcolm Thorn, there is no mistake, you know I'm coming after you tore off my arm that night," Ruby starts her track by calling out the King of Incels. "Since you like to perform on stage so much, here's a piece I have for your bitter, misogynist ass."
"The world has heard enough of you. You've been on everyone's neck and nerves.
Thinking you're the motherfuckers that have the potential to run the world but the only thing you be runnin' is your five fingers when your peckers' in a twirl. You call yourself the King of Incels but you don't rule over jack shit.
You talk about having the capacity to bring about a change but there is no positive difference, not one bit.
You're a fraud, a phony, a fake, envy-hiding snake, destroying everything you take while you kiss the asses of men who prove to be nothing but fruitcakes."
"Thinking you are so cool going on podcasts and live television telling women that they are a joke to men like you
Well how about you laugh about your mother leaving your father for a man that makes more dough than he ever did.
Not so funny now, huh? Well I guess that's the very reason you decided to go to the front stage preaching about freedom of choice for young, single men. Selling the fake solution of suicide to deal with loneliness,
Quickly drawing mountains of men for a fate that is ominous.
And now you think you have followers because of your skills as an orator?
Hoe please, in the world of MC-ing you are nothing but a foreigner,
You were just lucky to find a boy younger than you, gullible enough to fund your stupid campaigns and operations.
While you spy on the popular girls sipping Champagne and attending occasions.
Oh I forgot, you were once one of those redpillers who think all women get invited to go to billionaire yachts and post themselves smiling on Instagram, ain't you?
Here's another shocker
Regular girls are dating regular nice guys and they ain't you."
"I'm sick and tired of hearing you bashing men who date women older than them or men who marry single moms.
I'm sick and tired of hearing you shaming other men who are compassionate to women
Calling them cucks and simps, thinking that makes you any better than a pimp.
Oh yeah, it doesn't. The only women who are with you are the ones in chains.
Cry out in pain, Malcy
The only look you will ever get from a girl is disdain,
Knowing you're insane enough to beat your own sister with a cane."
"I know you thrive on the attention I give you by hating publicly on you, Malcolm" Ruby gets ready to enter her last verse. "So let me hate on you in the worst possible way and burn your soul slow like ether."
Ruby frowns and grits her teeth, inhaling a huge air support for what she's about to lay down.
"I hate the way that you walk,
I hate the way that you talk,
I hate the way you bark like a damn dog.
I hate the way that young single men's loneliness became something you weaponized
I hate the way that you accuse me of being in bed with rich and powerful men that you antagonize.
I hate the way you tear families apart
I hate that young men can't see you as the wolf in sheep's clothing from the start.
I hate how you pretend to be passin' women the ball but the only women you ever helped are rotten ones like Cinder Fall.
I hate the way you built an empire of despair, suicide and hopelessness using somebody else's riches.
And last, and definitely the worst, I hate the way you teach young men to deal with they emotions like bitches."
Ruby immediately went to the camera to end the recording session, ready to show the world that she is fired up to bring down self-proclaimed King of Incels.