Tyrants
A short story
The well-dressed man
entered her office. He was over six feet tall and very broad, his
size alone could intimidate weaker people. His past would have strong
people quaking in their boots to be in the same room.
He came alone,
without his guards. His smile was one of confidence, telegraphing his
feeling that nobody could stop him. Because no one had stopped him,
they had hardly even slowed him down while he was taking over the
world.
The Massacre at
Munich, Butcher of Boston, Wrecking of Russia... the list goes on and
on. Now the world bowed to him. All except this small region. This
small region of the world, a paradise amidst the carnage, belonged to
her.
The not-yet fifty
man ruled the world with an iron fist. He murdered dissenters with
the ease of swatting a fly. Now he was here, to take over the last
bit of Earth he didn't control. She was older than him but hardly
looked her age.
“Madam Chairman.”
He addressed her as they did in her cabinet meetings. “You know why
I'm here, why delay the inevitable?”
She smiled.
“The answer has
not changed. My nation is sovereign and independent.” She gave the
normal and expected answer.
“Yes, yes, yes...
you have put up quite the show for your people. Now the game is over.
My forces surround your tiny nation, my troops outnumber your whole
population. Why insist on total ruin? Intact, your province will be
the economic engine of the whole planet.” He told her, “That
would be quite a legacy for you.”
Legacy. Of course he
had no intention of leaving her in charge, or alive for that matter.
It wasn't his style.
“Would you like
some tea?” She asked calmly.
“I didn't come
here for tea, lady. I came to give you one last chance to keep your
people from wholesale slaughter. War is hell. Why subject them to
it?” he told her, “It's completely avoidable. You love your
people, you can save them without this selfish demand to live.”
She folded her hands
together on the top of her desk and smiled again. “I'm sorry,
Guardian, if I have given you the impression that I am afraid to die.
I am not. I am not afraid of you and your threats or your armies.”
He looked lost. He
was flabbergasted that she would be so defiant.
“Your armies have
no chance of victory. You have no power here.” She told him. His
brow furrowed and he looked at his hands for confirmation.
She smiled, this
time she did not look like a pretty woman or the schoolmarm she
appeared to be in the media. This time she looked as if she had
fangs.
“Yes, your powers
are nullified here.” She told him. “Mine are impenetrable.”
The man who ruled
the rest of the world pushed himself up from the leather couch as if
he would run to the exit or attack her. She simply waved a hand in
the air and he fell down on the couch breaking some of the wood
inside.
“Did you really
need the whole world?” She asked standing up for the first time.
Walking around the desk she eyed him like a hawk. “You allowed your
arrogance and narcissism to control you and this is where you ended
up. You are like the fly who took the dare to land on the spider
web.”
“Please. I can
call off the armies. We can rule the world together.” He tried to
plead.
She laughed. “Why
do I need you to rule the world? Once you are dead, the world will
rejoice. If you haven't noticed, I am beloved by my people. Now the
whole world will obey me the same way, because I will be the ruler
you could never be.”
“Please don't!”
He begged as her hands began glowing a bright blue.
“Mama spider takes
care of her young.” Madam Chairman said before a bright blue flash
erupted from her hands and made the tyrant of the world vanish.
She exited the
office and then the building, finding the personal guards of the
tyrant.
“He's dead.” She
told them, “Tell your people they are free. Tell them I can help
repair and heal the world now that the tyrant is gone.”
The heavily armed
and armored guards looked at each other. Even in their nine-foot
powered armor suits they looked a bit scared.
“Yes, madam.”
One of them answer and then both blasted into the sky and flew away.
After patiently
waiting for the fool to consolidate his rule, he had finally given
her the chance she needed. She had known he would come eventually.
His powers had made him famous, then a hero then a villain and
finally a tyrant.
“I won't make
those kinds of mistakes.” She told herself. Then she decided to
pretty herself up before addressing the media about her victory over
the tyrant. There were billions of people who were going to want to
hear her speak. She didn't plan to let them down.
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