The Queen Wicked Deeds

"Tell us, Mellie," the girl speaking had tried it all from the manual. Every torture method allowed for young schoolers without getting too far but at the same time, creating fear for the innocent minds of the young boys and girls of the Academy. "Talk!"

The sound of a whip resonated in the cave. However, no one knew where the whip had come from.​​

"Boss, did you bring a whip?"

"Ye… ye… yes!" the voice of the girl sounded terrified. She didn't bring a whip but the sound effect of a whip. She glared at the one on the back for making the noise too high. It was supposed to sound soft at first, then some shouts from people getting tortured should come out, and then the whips and then the begging noises from the girls hiding in the back.

"Talk Mellie, or you will suffer the same of those poor souls!"

The girl's voice was anxious and trembling. She never thought of recurring to such dirty methods for a piece of information, but she had to. The life of her club depended on it, but more than anything, the reputation and the prize of the contest for the next festival.

"I will not say a word," Mellie said with an honorable voice but with eyes full of boredom.

The silly girls thought that they can torture a master of the Darkness, an Evil Imp with thousands of years in the business of inflicting cruel suffering to innocent souls. What a joke!

"Are you telling us now?!"

They shouted as the special effects distorted their voices. They hoped to see a terrified Mellie about to vomit and become pale, but they were met with the silly boy eating a cookie passively.

"Tie him to the chair!"

They sat him on a chair and took him to the top of the tower, threatening to push him from that height if he didn't talk.

However, the same little boy had closed his eyes and when the little girls were carrying him with effort through those stairs, he fell asleep. So soundly that he was even snoring.

"You!"

The leader girl was about to lose it.

"Throw him cold water!"

The water somehow vaporized in front of them.

"Lock him in the darkroom!"

He snored harder.

"Tie his arms and legs and pull them!"

The girls gasped in shock by the awful order.

"Not too hard, just a little," the girl was also stunned by her words.

However, Mellie just smiled and laughed out loud.

"Tickle him!"

The group of girls now have a mischievous sight in their eyes. The opportunity they had been waiting for from the moment they abducted him had arrived. How many times had they not fantasized to touch the delicate and soft skin of one of the top ten most handsome boys in the Academy?

Now they will have their fill.

"Wait!"

"I will talk," he sighed in helplessness, but he was also thinking of a way to make time for the rescue party to come.

"Then tell us the lyrics!"

He sighed again… "Why do you want to know them?"

"To win," they evidently responded.

"Is that all that matters in your life? Win?"

"Yes," they evidently responded again not understanding the little boy.

"Why?"

"Why not," they again responded with indifferent faces.

"Are you not looking for more?"

"No," at least not right now.

"Why?"

"Why would you care, now give us the lyrics, or every part of your body will feel our fingers tickling your skin. Your death will be for extremely happiness, that they may think that you inherited an overdose of Wizard Druon's cure!"

"…" Mellie was now in a complicated state, not in his entire life, he had met with such shameless girls. 'I may have wronged my target,' he thought. He had underestimated a school prize in the hearts of the people. A memory of such a victory in the younger stages of life could be stronger than any other satisfaction. Now he understood.

"I will tell," he said, "though, I will warn you."

"About what?"

They were prepared to write the lyrics in their small notes. The one on the piano was seated after the whipping sound effects matching exploded. It was strange, he thought, how can it explode without being even connected.

"…"

"These lyrics are not for soft-hearted people," he said in a strange deep voice.

"Talk, we are not afraid of them," they looked at each other about to confront the most outstanding words for the school festival.

"Then… I will begin… And you can tell everybody…"

"What should we tell, we won't tell, idiot."

"This is your song,"

"No, it is not ours."

"It may be quite simple…"

"It sounds simple,"

"But now that it's done… I hope you don't mind…"

"What?"

Anne was just passing by the tower where the Leonor's choir club was torturing Mellie for the third time this week, and she laughed when hearing him sing Sir Elton's song. Sigh…

She turned to see her dear Henry and started singing in his ear making him blush. "How wonderful life is while you're in this world."

Lily was enjoying the night. Her white long hair and beautiful blue eyes illuminated the hearts of whoever passed by her. No one knew that such a beautiful and shy lady would appear one day at the entrance of the Academy.

She was guided by Princess Morgan from the Mitria Country to the Principal office. They had to wait for a couple of hours before the respectable man that was supposed to be the head of the school and the model role for many students, yes, that man, Adam Robinson to step out from his office.

They had to wait outside while their little delicate and innocent faces that resembled a couple of angels fallen from the sky, were reddening into a shy rosy color that soon enough would turn bright red. The noises inside that office were in no way healthy for the ears of youths, and teenage girls like them.

However, how can they blame the couple of Principal and his wife, Secretary Monique? How can anyone blame them when they had put a message on the door?

[DON'T DARE DISTURB US, YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN. WE ARE LOOKING FOR HAPPINESS, AND FOR THE HEIR OF OUR FORTUNE.]

Lilly and Morgan decided to wait for the couple of hours the sand clock indicated. That damn sand clock was famous around the school. Not because of what it signified, no one wanted to know what it signified when Secretary Monique disappeared behind those doors every day. But, because anything could happen the next three minutes after the couple came out. Well, not the two of them but at least the Principal.

Those three minutes meant for the students the "Approved with merits," kind of response from the happy Principal. The look on his eyes was blurred with joy and satisfaction and so the students knew when to take advantage of the situation.

This time, the first ones on the line were Lily and Morgan. They walked to the front of the line without minding the rebukes of the other students and teachers on the line. Even the slave Wizard Druon that was in the first place.

"Hey, I came first!" he was about to transform the trespassers into buŧŧerflies, but the red eyes from Lily stopped him.

He felt sleepy and after a few seconds, he only smiled and let the two girls inside. The other students only gasped in surprise, they knew very well how that Wizard never let anyone get before him.

"What is going on?"

"Who is that girl with Princess Morgan?"

"I don't know, is she a new student?"

"She must be, right?"

"She is beautiful… sigh…"

Not long after the two girls received permission to let Lily enter the Academy without much trouble like an admission exam, Lily became the news of the school. Even the daily broadcast News with tarts talked about her.

"Why did you come?" Lily was still looking at the moon under the soft veil of the night when a familiar voice woke her up.

She turned around to see the boy with red eyes and black hair standing in the roof a few steps from her, "Shouldn't I have come?"

"No, this is my world," Mellie's voice echoed a bit deeper than before. So different from his usual voice, not matching at all with his young and delicate appearance. "Get out of here!"

"No," Lily said, "I am playing too, and I don't want to go…"

She jumped as if she were flying, "even more, I plan to win this time, you idiot."

Mellie was fuming inside. The little girl in front of him was his biggest nemesis. The one he was so eager to teach a lesson to.

"If you don't go… I…"

She raised a brow, "you what, crybaby?"

"I… I… will tell mom!"