20 January 2005

The Return of Lisha

Written by Michelle

Lisha and Nikki

"Congratulations," Stella said to Nikki. "You passed."

Nikki's face brightened.

"I did?" she asked. "You mean, I'm in?"

"Oh you're in all right," Stella confirmed.

"Indeed," said a new voice.

Lisha entered the room and admired the new recruit. The Eye's manipulation of her mind, like Miette's had worn off, but unlike Miette, Lisha had found 'being evil' to be rather stimulating. As if the incident was a catalyst, Lisha had continued persuing a life of crime, and hopefully Criminal Mastermindom. After crusing around the world, acquiring minions and henchmen, Lisha had stumbled upon the mixed up, wide spread but terribly disorganised Fudge Gang. They had practically been begging for a leader, and well, who better than herself? In just a few short months, Lisha had turned them into a force to be reckoned with, although it was only now being recongised as such. Lisha wasn't certain whether this was good or bad - on the one had, recognition for her word was never unappreciated. On the otherhand, it also meant their enemies wouldn't be so quick to underestimate them.

"My Lady," Stella said, giving a formal nod of the head. "It is an honour."

Few people in the Fudge Gang knew her as "Lisha", adopting the title "My Lady" instead.

"Of course it is," Lisha replied. "So, Nikki is it?"

"Yes..."

"I am My Lady. Remember that."

"I will."

Human, of course. A good proportion of the gang was human, but there were a few mutants and a sprinkling of other aliens other than herself. Most of the humans figured that the aliens were mutants. The fact that there were so many more humans and mutants tended to make them appear unimportant to YIRAAS, although Lisha was well aware that they kept an eye on them, dismissive though it may be.

"And as a new member of the Fudge Gang," Lisha continued, "you get yourself a new tattoo."

She and the other Fudge Gang members in the room revealed the twin brown cubes tattoo on their shoulders. Nikki, a little nervous, stepped up to the chair and her shoulder was soon being adorned with said tattoo.

It was a proud day.

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