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Berklie drummed her fingers against the table nervously. She looked up at the clock displayed on the wall. The minute hand taunted her, drawing nearer to the hour mark with every tick. This was it, the big day. Every choice she has made in her entire life has been leading up to this moment.
The old speaker installed in the ceiling crackled to life in the makeshift waiting area. "Good evening everyone, thank you for coming tonight. Please help us give a warm welcome to our guest speaker." The muffled sound of applause made it through the wall.
She took a deep breath and stood up. That was her cue. She hit send on the text that had been typed out on her phone before slipping it into the pocket in her dress. That would let the group know that she was getting on stage now. Once she walked through that door, there was no going back.
She grabbed the handle and softly turned it. The door creaked slightly as she slowly pushed it open and she paused her careful ministrations. She felt her lips pull back in a grimace. The building was old, and unfortunately, they would have to make do with it, seeing how it was the only one that could meet all of their requirements.
If this was going to work, then she couldn’t hesitate. No time for second thoughts. Berklie swung the door open the rest of the way and sauntered through the doorway. The audience that was gathered started to whisper among themselves. The man standing at the podium turned around to look at her. He cleared his throat.
“Can I help you?” He asked, one eyebrow raised, and Berklie smiled. It was showtime. She took a step towards him and slowly started to circle around him, maintaining eye contact the entire time. He turned with her as she made her way across the stage and in the direction of the window.
“Yes. You actually can help me. You see, gorgeous gorgeous girls aren’t afraid to do some self-care and enter into their villain era. And you see, this gorgeous gorgeous girl has one goal at this moment.” She stopped in both her path and monologue. She had made it to the predetermined spot. “Tell me, Senator Mitt Romney,” at this, she reached over and into the curtain of the window and pulled out her sword she had planted there beforehand. She raised it and pointed it at him. “What do you know about the omegaverse?”
"I don't know what that is or what it has to do with me, but you can't be here." He swept a hand through the air, gesturing towards the audience. "These people are here to listen and learn from me."
Berklie smirked and started to make her way towards him, until her sword was pointed at his throat, not piercing, but letting him know who was in power. "Oh, you poor, silly little man. These aren't your people." With this, those sitting in the congregation took off their jackets that they'd had been wearing, revealing shirts underneath with their designations on it. To the unknowing eye, it would seem as if they were part of sororities and fraternities, living "the Greek life."
However, Berklie knew better, and it seemed as though Romney did too. There was a slight tremble in his frame and Berklie could see his throat bob as he swallowed nervously. The act resulting in the sword piercing his skin just the slightest, a drop of blood trickling down to stain the collar of his white shirt.
"What is this? Who are you?" His voice was quiet, a trembling whisper, but it was picked up by the microphone and amplified for all those in the room to hear.
She removed her sword from his neck, leaving it pointed down at the ground. She swept her other arm out in a grand gesture. Like all villains, she started her monologue. " I have many titles, but only one you should care about at this moment. After all, I am a professor, and like all professors, I am here to teach. Your mindset is so limited, trapped inside the world you're currently living in, unable to escape, leaving you as you are now. But, I believe with the education and enlightenment I am about to give you, you will have a greater perspective of the world and other's minds."
"Please, no. I'll do anything."
"Then get on your knees and beg for mercy." She took pleasure in the realization and horror that crept onto his face. He wasn't getting out of this unscathed.
*****
Berklie exited the church that she had used to set up the meeting, letting out a sigh of contentment. Nothing brought her mood up more than traumatizing, enlightening the entitled men of the wonders of the omegaverse.
Her husband, JP, was leaning against their car. He held out a hand and she grabbed it. He greeted her with a peck on the lips. "Did it go well?"
She smiled up at him. "It all went according to the plan."
They got into the car; her most trusted and loyal followers that she'd invited would take care of the aftermath.