THE BROADCAST

Let me start by saying this is a recorded conversation and anything you say will be used against you...

I sat in this room with 6 strangers whom i could tell wanted to kill me...or hurt me

but were so intimidated and curious about me, but they sat still.

I spoke to the room of people. The crumbling walls of concrete barely holding up.

“I came to these people to let them know the world they used to know is over,” I say before the cameraman has finished his setup.

I look around at all the confused faces. These men underestimated me...

I pay attention to all things the way a person looks or carries

Themselves, talks, dresses, all of it.

 Understanding people is why I am who I am. Do you understand me? 

I asked

as they all sat quietly.

In unison, they responded, “yes.”

I bring 2 other people in this room, kimchi, my trusted engineer and expert in weapons, and Aliziana who we call Z, my trigger stab happy bodyguard.

As the cameraman signals, we are rolling, I explain to these people why I called this underground public broadcasted meeting.

Let’s make the situation clear to these terrified men.

 one of the 6 people in the room aside from my people was a side reporter for the world news.

 He sat there directly in front of me

terrified and disgusted at my presence or maybe it was the skintight black leather bodysuit I wore with a set of platform thigh-high boots with blade-shaped heels.

 Or maybe it was my katana’s and pistol I have attached to my right outer thigh that pokes out as my legs are crossed.

Just because our rebellion disemboweled the government doesn’t mean I don’t have a sense of fashion to compliment my taste for blood. It was my prior profession, after all.

I spoke to break my pause of silence to this group of strangers...

“I bet all of you were wondering why I called this meeting and I’m here to share it with the world. “

I said with an evil smirk on my face.

The reporter says, “Why did you ask for me specifically?”

 Voice shaking with nervousness

I looked at him with a mix of confidence and sexuality as I leaned towards him, exposing my cleavage and catching his attention, and said.

You just seem like the perfect guy. I said in a flirtatious whisper.

I looked at him from the floor until our eyes met.

He looked turned on and curious at the same time.

I sat back in my chair, crossed my arms, then my legs, and continued.

I am the leader of the rebellion that took down the government and I want everybody to know how, why and who their new leader is...

I took my tone serious and said “as well as what happens to those who cross me,”

 un-crossing my legs and spreading them slowly to distract these strangers from noticing me unhinging my pistol.

I turned and looked into the camera.

“I’m the one they call I.V.”

 I smirked looked at Brian directly in the face. The pause made him seem uncomfortable as he blinked wildly.

I quickly then lifted my pistol and shot 4 of the strangers in the head as the entire world watched. 

Leaving the reporter, Brian, and the cameraman.

They both ducked and balled up in their chair

Brian horrified, looking at me as if I’m a

monster.

I put my arm down and said...

And then there were 2...

Gun still smoking, I put it back in the holster, never breaking my deep glare at Brian.

He turned to see who is left alive, checking both sides of the room before checking back towards me and staring with his eyes low.

to his confusion, he sees all three of us making blank facial expressions.

As if this was a day-to-day task.c

He fixes himself

Slowly straightens up, gaining composure and

Glances at the cameraman, who glances

back

He then continues.

 “So you consider yourself our new leader?”

 He said in a nervous tone.

I tilted my head a bit and thought about the best response.

“I don’t consider myself anything,”... “I am the new leader” “the fittest for this role and the most compassionate,” i said sarcastically cheerfully.

He gave me a look as if he thought I was crazy.

“You kill 4 innocent people on national tv with no remorse, but you’re compassionate?

I took a deep breath before getting up and approaching him.

He leaned back in fear.

The cameraman caught my every move while sweating profusely.

I stood over him in his chair, preparing to straddle his lap, facing him. I put my left leg over his left thigh and rubbed against his Manhood as I placed my right leg over him to sit.

 He had beautiful broad shoulders and had to be at least 6ft.

 Decently fit, Fair skinned, male with dark shoulder-length curly hair.

Hair dark as the sky on that fateful day when the sky cracked open.

His brown eyes glanced at me in fear.

 I leaned closer. 

He leaned back in his chair the closer I got until he could not lean any further.

I put my face so close our noses' touch.

I keep eye contact as I touch his chest gently, feeling all the muscles in his torso.

I slowly place One hand on each one of his

shoulders.

I rub them in circles, still keeping eye contact.

I put my arms over his shoulders, Crossing them as his beautiful curls lay on my forearm,

Boosting my ****** up even closer to him, making sure his chin fit in between them like a puzzle piece..

I say “you look tense .... relax,”

I look at him seductively, never having broke eye contact.

Neither did he.

His fear turned into suspense.

He swallowed hard.

I say. Listen... Brian... that’s what I can call you, right?

He answered softly,” yes.”

Never breaking our deep fixation on each other.

“Well... Brian, if I didn’t have compassion, you would be dead too.”

“You want to know why they call me I.V.”?

 I look at his large, toned chest as I speak before meeting his eyes again.

I lifted myself up off of him seductively. 

still never breaking eye contact.

I spoke.

He looked relieved and disappointed at the same time.

I.V. was a nickname given to me in college...

Well, ill get to that later I whispered.

Brian looks around as if he was trying to pull something out of his memory. 

There was a familiarity to my words.

I walked over to one of the 4 dead gentlemen that lay there bleeding on the floor.

 I pulled up the pants leg of the first.

Reached into his sock to pull out a small knife. I throw it over the floor to my guard, and she picks it up.

As I check the bodies, I speak aloud...

“Brian, I never read a book by its cover. 

I am a logical person who has to understand why people do what they do.”

I went into the man’s pocket to find nothing.

Brian looking to see what i was doing.

 I looked at Brian.

He had the most curious expression...

“Now Brian... why would this man have empty pockets?”

I pulled my sword out of its lair.

Brian and the cameraman jumped a bit.

I cut open the dead man's shirt to find a wire.

I stood there and meticulously moved his cut shirt to each side, inspecting his chest.

I bend down and pick up a wire.

I slowly stand and turn my wide hips toward Brian so my curves had the perfect view for him.

 I stare at the wire and look at Brian.

“See Brian” “That’s what I mean. “

“There is always a reason I do what I do. “

I look at my guard.

 I nod to her.

She gets up and whispers in kimchi’s ear. Kimchi moves his long dark hair away as his face turns strong, as if he is thinking and concentrating at the same time.

Kimchi grabs something out of his pocket and speaks into it quietly.

Z looks at me and nods.

I look at Brian with a serious face.

Brian looks terrified and confused.

 “hey, cameraman looks like we’re taking this show on the road,” I say sarcastically.

The lights go out and all you hear is a loud boom that shook the room.

 The emergency lights in the building flash glimpses of green.

 I grab Brian by the collar and say. “If you wanna live, stay close to me” 

the cameraman looks like he wants to run.

 I stick my sword towards him, touching his chin. He looks at the sword, terrified, and looks at me with the same fear.

“That cameras the only thing keeping u alive papi so I’d pack it up real fast,”

He pauses a second and quickly bends down to shuffle the camera materials and throws them into the bag he brought.

Z stands at the door with a gun in one hand and a sword in the other back facing me. She was a small curvy fit Bi racial girl age of 17.

The most ruthless yet caring girl I ever met. She kept her curly hair tied up in a bun. She was short and young, but powerful beyond comprehension.

 I guess 15 years of captivity will do that to anybody. 

She opened the door. 

I pulled Brian By the collar after me as I walked. 

Kimchi spoke again into this device and said, “on the move. “

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