I will destroy you!

Just like you destroyed me. Just like you broke my life and left me in pieces.

But you underestimated me. I am strong! I am intelligent, and now I am vengeful! You have no idea of the monster you have unleashed upon yourself.

I place my thumbs on my cellphone and spread them apart. As a result, my drone, which secretly lands on the roof of the Elementary school, aims and zooms its camera at the playground. Particularly, I have it track Diamond Tiara as she moves and sings among the other children on the playground.

Diamond Tiara, my nemesis!

I wish I could just reach through the display and strangle her right then and there, but I have to play it cool. What I have in store for her will make her wish I had finished her fast. Slow and steady hurts my enemy more.

I zoom onto her face and refocus the camera.

You're a goner. You just don't know it yet.

The video has no audio, but I gather enough preliminary information surrounding her activity to get the gist of what's going on.

Diamond Tiara goes on to talk (or, rather, sing) to the other students into convincing them to vote for her to become Student Council President, again.

This year, however, she actually has a little competition. He’s some little Pip-Squeak I don't know the name of nor care. By the looks of him, he's probably not going to win, despite the support of his three campaign managers.

Then again, the rest of the children on the school playground do not seem too happy with Diamond Tiara right now.

I know from experience that Diamond can be a very manipulative bitch, but she's good at gathering information and extortion.

Her problem, this time, is the fact that she lets her ego go to her head. Even on the low resolution screen, her arrogance shows plainly. She makes her way past a boy with a spinning propeller on his cap. She flicks it to spin much faster. Surprisingly, the thing takes off right from his head as she walks past him.

Diamond Tiara struts around like she’s the queen of the whole playground, and perhaps she is . . . for now.

white knight takes black bishop, black pawn advances to C-four, white rook to H-five, black queen to C-two . . . check

I watch in surprise as Diamond Tiara's best friend, Silver Spoon, (black bishop to D-two) seems to advise something to her friend.

From the looks of it, something is wrong with Diamond's strategy, and even her friend can see it.

white pawn to F-six

Like her friend Diamond, Silver Spoon is singing as well. In fact, every person involved in a meaningful way is doing that.

Why do people do that? They even seem to rhyme with each other sometimes, as if they all wrote out the song in advance.

Illogical. The cause might be neurological.

Crap! Now I’m doing it, too!

black pawn takes white pawn, F-six

Even I am taken aback by Diamond Tiara's sudden outburst towards her friend, Silver Spoon. Whatever Silver was going to suggest, apparently it annoys Diamond.

Seeing her distress, I grow a great big, devious smile.

Reeeeallllly? Dissension in the ranks? How very fascinating! Perhaps I can use that later on.

black queen advances to C-four . . . check

Silver Spoon balks at Diamond Tiara's outburst but then says something while gripping one of her arms in discomfort. She appears to try to explain herself. It provokes another aggressive response from Tiara. She even pokes her friend several times in the chest aggressively to literally drive her point further in.

I giggle with evil glee, then I shut off my cellphone screen. I've seen enough for now. I can already tell where this is going.

It seems my initial calculations about Diamond Tiara are in error, but the oversight seems to be in my favor. Diamond is practically sabotaging herself well enough even without my help. Her pride and arrogance shall be her downfall, and that is noteworthy for me to keep this in mind. It seems that Little Miss Prissy isn't as tough as diamonds as I previously thought. There are indeed chinks in her armor after all that I can exploit to great effect someday. Question is, how best to do it in the way that will be the most painful?

Oh . . . so many possibilities! Even I might have trouble keeping track of all the potential options available for me.

white king to D-eight, black pawn takes rook G-five, white king moves to E-eight, black rook advances to A-eight, check, white king to E-seven, black queen to E-five . . . checkmate!

I know you have your resources, Little Miss Prissy, and I'm still rebuilding my army, but I am far more intelligent than you are. You may have your fancy shoes, butlers, mansions and what-not, but I have the means to become wealthy someday while taking you down at the same time! My talents are the reasons people get rich in the first place and stay wealthy once those resources are secured.

You'll see. I'll beat you at your own game.

I'll strip away all your resources one by one. Your wealth, your sanity, your friends, your family, . . . everything . . . until there is nothing left but me! Me, your one true enemy that you didn't even see coming! I'll even get you to think that I'm your only friend. Then, when I'm the last resource that you cling to and you clutch to my chest, bawling your pretty little eyes out . . . THAT is when you finally get my knife to your back.

As you stare up at me in shock, the one you thought was your last and most loyal friend . . . I'm going to stare back at you and smile. Your pupils will shrink with horror as you, at last, realize the truth.

Then I'll lean forward and whisper into your ear, “Long ago, you fucked with the wrong girl. Welcome to Hell, Little Miss Prissy!”

But I'm getting ahead of myself. I need time. Patience. I need to accumulate my own resources. I need to study my opponent. I need to predict all the possible moves and combinations on the board.

I won't rip you apart completely or immediately. I need time to build you up before the massive fall. You are the Tower tarot card, Little Miss Prissy, and I'm the lightning bolt that tears down your tower. Your delusion of grandeur.

And the best part is . . . you won't even see it coming until it's too late!

I'm trying some new story-telling techniques with this one, at least to me. Let me know what you think.

This story is based on flutterjackdash's story "Scars to her Beautiful", but written from the antagonists perspective which, admittedly, might not ever appear in the other story. I would like a cooperation on that part, but if not then this story can serve as its own thing.

If anyone is interested to help me proofread this story and make it better, PM an e-mail address to me and I'll share editing permissions to Gdocs files, possibly including chapters not posted on this site yet. So, if you help me, you'll get early access to the later chapters of this story. As of 2/11/2020, I'm up to five chapters.