@lucian_lebeau: "Boy, I don't talk long enough to make sure my dick's hard enough for show and tell." Miss Michelle jokingly uttered as he spoke his hollow threats, knowing full well that a single thought could be his downfall. Yet, it was her sky high esteem of Charlemagne that would prevent any such thing from happening so abruptly. In fact, while she remained atop her desk, blowing smoke into the steady air conditioned breeze, the valiant leader of America had an epiphany of sorts.
"First things first, I'm not a mutant. I know a lot of people have made the presumption, an understandable one considering who I was married too, but it's an easier explanation than being a teenage sacrifice to a demonic entity." Clarice Michelle scoffed as she normally would, finding amusement in her overly complicated predicament whist she attentively watched Lucian's manly stance with the utmost intrigue and innate analysis.
"Secondly, I haven't talked to my brother in years. You're probably thinking about Noah. We were an item and I'm not into incest like the internet seems to be, but getting back to what you said before. About murder. I may not be a cold blooded killer, but teleporting you into the Dead Sea could be a fun. Except it wouldn't be as fun as keeping you here." President Pierce leaned back, poised for the taking, but before she made any sort of verbal cue leaning towards a more carnal assault against her intruder, the always talkative viper in black continued to respond to his various inaccuracies and inflammatory commentary.
"It's true. Charles wasn't sure what I was, but the fact of the matter is - I learned a lot from him. I may not have been as blood thirsty as he was. I truly don't see the methodology to outright murder, but he was a visionary. A man whom believed in my capabilities and a man who was taken too soon. Although I will say, him being gone has made things easier." Placing her hookah pen beside her person, the always mysteriously alluring widow clasped her hands behind her neck as she telekinetically closed the doors and spread her legs comfortably apart.
"Here's the thing about Andres, the insanely articulate La Espada, and the whole laundry list of people who think the best course of action is to kill me dead - They're f*cking stupid. In the eyes of the public, I've done no wrong. The Mutant Purge was a farewell to the neonazi like human supremacist named Charlemagne. The mutant cure and mutant only towns are being seen as a method to prevent further hate crimes and an option for mutants who aren't happy with their looks."
"Not to mention the increased security and higher funds given to the police and public school systems in support of mutant kind. If there's anything I've learned in my many years of life is that I have to kill these pompous bitches with kindness. It'll be a slow knife through the heart, but in twenty-years time Clarice Michelle will be seen as the woman who taught America how to be stronger, faster, and live longer without the mutant genome disease. So, checkmate boy."
Miss Pierce closed her eyes, unwilling to read the papers thrown to her side as if she were some damn puppet he could effortlessly maneuver. "You want to kill mutants. Be my guest. I'll support it cause I know you'll take down the big dudes, but know with my support you will have transparency. You'll have the backing and support your Charles didn't. I'm here for you, but don't do something I don't like. Disrespect me like I'm some bottom bitch and boy....I will teach you how a real man rolls." Lucian had her support the minute she walked in, but Miss Michelle despised cock play. Gone were the days of politeness, she thought as hummed a gentle tune.
"Now go. Unless you've got something else in mind." President Pierce giggled, knowing he wouldn't have the ghoul like the great Charlemagne and take her like this. As a result, she'd sit up and wave goodbye with that signature devilish smirk on clear display. In the end however, her day would most certainly conclude with gratuitous satisfaction.
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