Chapter 9 Mission Accomplished

• ANNA
• I glanced at Peter, the second name on my dad's list and noticed that he was staring at his untied hands and legs with a confused look.
• "You must be wondering why I didn't tie you up right?" I asked as my lips curled into a slow smile.
• His gaze snapped to mine. "Exactly, miss. And that was your biggest mistake."
• Before I could react, he pulled a knife from his boot, its blade gleaming under the bright light. In one swift motion, he lunged at me, the knife aiming straight for my chest.
• I sidestepped just in time as the blade whistled past me. I grabbed his wrist mid-swing and twisted hard, forcing him to drop the weapon with a metallic clang. Before he could regain his footing, I pivoted on my heel and delivered a sharp kick to his stomach. He staggered back, clutching his gut and gasping for air.
• "Not bad," I taunted, brushing invisible dust off my sleeve. "But is that all you've got? I expected more from you, Peter."
• His lips twisted into a sneer. "I've got more, baby."
• He looked up, snarling. His hand disappeared under his jacket, and before I could react, he pulled out a gun.
• "Still think you’re in control?" he growled, the gun aimed directly at my head.
• I smirked, my heart pounding as I struggled to maintain an expressionless face. "Cute trick."
• He cocked the weapon. "Goodbye, miss."
• As his finger tightened on the trigger, I kicked the small center table beside me. It flipped into the air, slamming into his wrist and knocking the gun loose. Thank goodness, the room is sound proofed. I can end things without drawing any attention. I had already taken care of the CCTV. Moreover, Anita is always available to clean my tracks.
• I vaulted forward, grabbing the weapon mid-air. Before he could recover, I spun, delivering a roundhouse kick that sent him crashing into the wall.
• "Nice try," I said, holding the gun, now aimed at him. "But I don’t miss."
• He wiped blood from his lip, laughing darkly. "You’ve got moves, I’ll give you that. But this isn’t over."
• He sprang to his feet, charging at me like a bull. I dodged his first punch, then the second, before retaliating with a quick jab to his jaw. He stumbled back, his face twisted in fury.
• With a roar, he reached for the knife on the floor, but I was faster. I slammed my boot onto his hand, pinning it down.
• "Still playing dirty, Peter?" I mocked.
• His other hand swung upward, grabbing my ankle and yanking me off balance. I hit the floor hard, but before he could capitalize, I rolled out of reach, kicking him square in the face as I sprang back to my feet.
• His face paled, but his pride wouldn’t let him falter. He pulled a second gun from an ankle holster and fired.
• I dove behind the couch, the bullets tearing through fabric and wood. My mind raced as I grabbed the nearest object—a heavy vase—and hurled it at him. It shattered against his shoulder, throwing him off balance long enough for me to close the distance.
• In one fluid motion, I disarmed him, the gun skittering across the floor. I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, slamming him face-first into the wall.
• Blood dripped from his nose, and his eyes burned with rage. "W-who the heck are you?" he sputtered, struggling to rise.
• Releasing him, I let him stumble to the floor, gasping for air.
• I chuckled, brushing my hair out of my face. "Just a random pretty lady," I said nonchalantly. "Although, my fans call me the Queen of Doom. Can you believe that? What a ridiculous nickname. Personally, I’d have gone with—"
• "The Queen of Doom?!" he interrupted, his eyes wide with realization. "You’re her? Damn it!."
• "Aw, what a tragic little story," I mocked, shaking my head in faux sympathy. "But now that you know who I am, I think it’s time to say goodbye.
• I pulled a syringe from my pocket, the green liquid inside glowing ominously.
• "W-what is that?" he stammered, crawling backward.
• "My special gift for you" I grinned, twirling the syringe in my fingers. "A slow-acting poison. Gives you plenty of time to reflect on your sins."
• "No! Please!" he begged, his voice trembling. "I’ll give you anything you want!"
• "You don’t get it, do you?" I hissed, grabbing his collar and pulling him close. "This isn’t about what I want. This is about justice.You took everything from me, Peter. Now, I’m taking everything from you."
• "Justice?" He repeated. "Are you...."
• "Yes I am. I am the daughter of the man you all connived to get rid of, to own his properties "
• With that, I plunged the needle into his neck, pressing down on the plunger. His scream echoed in the room, a guttural, raw sound as foam began to bubble at his lips.
• "Shhh," I said softly, crouching down to meet his gaze. "The more you scream, the worse it gets."
• "Please," he choked out, crawling toward me. "Save me..."
• I tilted my head, watching him with cold amusement. "You know," I mused, folding my arms, "I enjoy watching men like you beg. It’s satisfying, really. You made me a monster, and now you get to face the consequences."
• I kicked him onto his back and pulled out my knife, the one reserved for pulling out their eyes. They made me cry a river so I'll make them cry out blood.
• I knelt beside him, savoring the fear in his eyes.
• "Before we get to the fun part, I have some news for you," I said, my tone deceptively cheerful. "
• He blinked up at me, his face pale and slick with sweat. "N-news?"
• "Your precious wife?" I said, leaning closer, "She’s pregnant."
• His eyes widened in shock. "P-pregnant?"
• "Yes," I softly said. "Three weeks along"
• "You... you knew? And you didn’t tell her?" His voice cracked with disbelief.
• "Of course not," I said with a shrug. "If she’d known, she might not have sent you here to face me." I burst out laughing. " Her doctor was going to tell her, but… I made sure that didn’t happen. And then, I became her new doctor"
• "You monster," he hissed, rage flaring in his eyes. "She’s prayed for that child for years, and you—"
• "Oh, calm down," I interrupted, waving the knife lazily. "The baby’s fine. I just gave her a little something to delay the symptoms. She’ll find out soon enough."
• Relief flickered across his face, but it was fleeting.
• "Thank you," he said, his voice trembling. "At least the child is safe."
• "Safe?" I laughed, a cold, hollow sound. "Do you think that changes anything? You don’t deserve to be a father. When your wife learns of your death, she’ll mourn. But when she finds out about the baby, she’ll move on. You’ll be nothing but a memory."
• "Please…" he whispered, his voice breaking.
• "Too late," I said, my tone final.
• With one swift motion, I plunged the knife into his chest. His body went still, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
• ---
• (News Report)
• "Good evening. Tragedy struck the city again today as a business tycoon, Peter Davis was found murdered in his hotel room. Authorities confirm this is the work of the notorious ‘Queen of Doom.’ Her signature calling card— digging out the eyes of her victims— made it so obvious. Police are intensifying efforts to apprehend the assassin. But with two victims and no
• concrete leads, the question remains: Who is the Queen of Doom, and why does she target her victims?"