[h2][b]Interlude 3: Master Baiter[/b][/h2]

[b]”FUCK me!”[/b] The loud screech was punctuated by a small fist clasping a knife slamming down hard onto a table. The woman, or young teenager rather, seethed in fury. The figure on her computer monitor had really pissed her off, while the two flunky douchebags over by the door flinched. They anticipated she would take her anger out on them, even though they were ostensibly her bodyguards. Not that this particular young teen girl [i]needed[/i] bodyguards.

[color=7d0552]”No tantrums, Samantha,”[/color] ordered the figure on the monitor, harsh as a nail scraping a chalkboard. [color=7d0552]”You will do this for me, while we work on finding the cretins who killed your sister.”[/color]

Samantha rolled her eyes and slumped back against her chair. [b]”Yes, father,”[/b] she replied, rather unconvincingly. [b]”But I can find them, and force them to [i]suffer![/i]”[/b] Again, her fist slammed into the table, this time so hard her grip on the knife drew blood.

[color=7d0552]”And suffer they shall, but not by your hand. This requires my personal attention.”[/color] If one could see Patriarch’s eyes beneath his mask, they would be narrowed in vitriol and anger. His words barely held any form of composure, like a rumbling volcano ready to erupt.

[b]”Personal? Don’t tell me you’re going to adopt them into the family, are you, father?”[/b] She spat out her words, as disgusted as she would have been eating ants on a stick.

Patriarch shook his head. [color=7d0552]”No, my daughter. They don’t deserve such a blessing. Lethal Force needs to be made an example. A very [i]public[/i] example. You’ll use your power to discover their identities, and pass it along to your sister Sonika. She and Xolotl will make certain they are brought to face my wrath personally. I have the perfect staging ground set.”[/color]

Samantha grumbled, grit her teeth, and bit her lips all at once. [b]”Fine. I’ll ask my power as many questions as it takes before I find out who they are so Sonika can find them. But if I don’t think they’ve suffered enough, I’ll take it out on the city, father! I already had my fun with these fucktards ruined.”[/b]

She seemed to only just notice that she had drawn blood, which had dripped in a few small puddles atop her table. Anger was a hell of a pain desensitizer. The Patriarch gave no mind as her eyes darted to the side, acknowledging her self-inflicted wound. [color=7d0552]”So long as you do not harm any family members, I don’t really give a shit. Now, back onto the matter at hand…”[/color]

Samantha groaned, in part to relieve the stinging pain in her hand, but mostly out of sheer irritation. [b]”Do I [i]have[/i] to take over Fran’s job? All those logistics make my mind spin. I hate it. Can’t Eyeblight or Sonika do it?”[/b] To emphasize her point, she rolled her head around, staring up at the ceiling.

[color=7d0552]”Yes, you do. Your power grants you access to great amounts of information, as long as you word your questions properly. Sonika may have experience managing businesses like ours, but I need her focus on finding the shitstains that think they can challenge my family. Eyeblight is completely unqualified in both skillset and powers. Do not question me again, or you will be grounded.”[/color]

At Patriarch’s threat, Samantha immediately quit spinning her head, and sat up straight. Grounded? No, no, had to avoid that. Anything but that. [b]”Yes, sir,”[/b] came her immediate reply, confident and respectful, laced with a twinge of fear.

[color=7d0552]”Good girl.”[/color] The Community leader grinned beneath his mask, enjoying the power dynamic. He licked his lips a bit, some small part of him hoping she would continue to be defiant. How he loved these punishments. [color=7d0552]”Now get to work, or father won’t send you any more toys to play with.”[/color]

Samantha nodded with another [b]”Yes, sir,”[/b] and the video feed cut to black. She waited a few seconds, making sure he wasn’t going to call back, then let out a deep sigh of relief. As she slumped back in her chair, that relief ignited more agitation. That agitation grew into the embers of anger, which spread into fury. In less than ten seconds she was back to screaming in her room.

[b]”GOD FFFFFFUCKING SHIT WHORE!”[/b] A chair soon became acquainted with the nearby wall. Once more the two bodyguards flinched, only this time there wasn’t anything more important to steal away the young teen’s attention. She rounded on the two, approaching with the body language of someone thrice her size.

[i][b]How do I make these two cry like little babies?[/b][/i] she thought silently to herself. With practically no delay, instructions relayed into her mind. [i]Step one.[/i]

[b]”You enjoy seeing me get my comeuppance? Think I deserve to get knocked down a peg by father?”[/b] she shot at them, jabbing a finger into one’s gut. [b]”Maybe you need to be reminded of your own place, hm? You may be my brothers, but [i]I’m[/i] the BIG sister here! And you do. What. I. Say!”[/b]

They failed to give her any sort of reaction as of yet, like the British royal guard, trained not to give in to impulse and stand firm, unmoving at all times. Of course, she hadn’t yet fulfilled all the steps yet. [i]Step two.[/i]

[b]”There’s a reason I’m the favorite, you know. The two of you are little [i]shit stains[/i] and you know it. Especially you, Rick!”[/b] Suddenly, Samantha zeroed in on the other bodyguard, abandoning the one she had jabbed. [b]”You’d know about shit stains, wouldn’t you? Most people grow out of that disgusting fuckery after being toddlers! But I guess you’re still a pathetic baby.”[/b]

Rick’s stomach turned sour. Nobody was supposed to know about his incontinence. It was a private medical condition he hadn’t shared with anybody, but now here she was flaunting it in his face and there was nothing he could do about it! [i]Step three, final step.[/i]

Samantha turned to the side and jabbed her thumb onto an intercom. It was an override button that took over all the speakers in the building, effectively blaring her words to every member of the Community present. [b]”Hello little siblings. I just wanted to let you all know that Rick makes shit stains on a daily basis, and Jaime likes to eat them straight out of his ass. Thank you.”[/b]

She turned to admire her handy work. Rick’s eyes had already begun to turn red. It took but a moment for the tears to well up. In total shock, he soon realized the gravity of what had just happened. Almost delayed, he slumped onto the ground, sobbing. Jaime moved over to comfort Rick, and began to sob in earnest as well, mostly out of empathy. But there was no empathy in the one who had caused this scene.

Samantha Harris gazed upon two fully grown men holding one another on the floor, dripping wet. She had done that, and it was so… [i]Fun.[/i] If they hadn’t been her brothers, she would have had even more fun manipulating them into killing each other! Actually, thinking on it…  [i][b]How do I get these two babies at each other’s throats?[/b][/i] As before, instructions began to fill her mind. Beautiful and disgusting instructions to turn two loving brothers into hate-fueled murderers. But alas, she couldn’t used it. Not on them… And not on those [i]fucking monkeys, Lethal Force.[/i]

In an instant the joy she had worked so hard to achieve melted away, leaving only anger. Yes, anger. Always anger. Fun was fleeting, but this rage… It was eternal, at least in her experience. And that was the only perspective that mattered.

[i]What are the identities of Lethal Force?[/i]

Nothing. Of course. This power, while dreadfully entertaining, had clear limits that she forgot about constantly. It was such a pain, having to work around the power instead of being able to get whatever she wanted. 

[i]What is the leader of Lethal Force most ashamed of?[/i] Ah, fascinating. That would be helpful in finding out who they were.

[i]What is the most effective way to torment the leader of Lethal Force regarding his name?[/i] Hm, not too much information there. 

[i]What does the leader of Lethal Force consider his worst working relationships in the FBI?[/i] Good, good. Sonika had contacts in various levels of government, she could make use of this.

Samantha leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes. She thought of more and more questions to the sounds of two grown men on the floor, right where they belonged.