Or, “A Villain in Three Monologues”
To her lieutenant, about a lost talisman
“What do you mean ‘I can’t find it’? That’s not just any guitar pick, you know. You’ve been at my side this entire time; you know me better than anyone! Getting hit by lightning was the beginning of my path, yes, but until I discovered I could channel my power into the pick, life was a disaster. Everyone I touched—everyone but you—I electrocuted. You’re the exception to my rule, but with that pick, I can at least pretend to be normal for a while before the electricity builds up again! Without it, my skin is like a pressure bomb, so don’t tell me ‘I can’t find it’. Find it!”
About her lair
“Well, it wasn’t my first choice lair, of course, but who can afford their first choice these days anyway? It’s a tree house: quiet enough and the fairies and animals only have to cleared out every so often. There’s a beautiful clock that I can shut away during inclement weather—which, I’m sure you can imagine, I have to deal with a lot—and that’s a great thing because the clock doesn’t just tell time; it tells my time. It’s warm inside and the upper floors have plenty of room for my… special interests, if you will. And look! A great big, grassy front yard. The silver gold stream down the middle of the lawn is runoff from some of my projects, you see; I think it’s had a strange effect on the local wildlife.”
To the captured hero
“Do you see this cookie? Do you? This is your heart, good sir, and I will crush it between my fingers at any moment I so choose. You’re tied up now, but you will never die—not even in a vat of acid—until I decide it’s time. When you saved that little child instead of me all those years ago, I was struck by lightning! You left me stranded on a house roof in the middle of a thunderstorm, and I was struck by lightning. Wasn’t I a child, too? You saved that boy because he came from a good neighborhood and came from a good family, and I was from the wrong side of the tracks. Well, now I’ve got the power, and you’re there in chains, and where is that boy?”
This post is part of Flash Fiction February.