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Hubris has a minion!

Eclipse the Liam Lace

Hubris
Legacy Name: Hubris

The

Nightmare Sheeta
Owner:

Opundo

Age: 12 years, 11 months, 3 weeks

Born: May 14th, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 11 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: May 14th, 2011

Statistics

Level: 22
Strength: 55
Defense: 9
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 5
Books Read: 5
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Weapons Expert

Name: Hubris
Species: Human
Occupation: Leader of underworld
Hair: Black, long
Eye color: Gold
Dress: Long red coat with black mask when working

*Art*

"Miss, you must be more sociable, though it displeases you."

Hubris hated that her butler, in reality her second in command, was completely right.

"Please, at least prepare a proper ride for me back to the mansion." She ordered, sighed, and accepted the invitation to dance with a comely young gentleman. Her "proper ride," a custom-modified motorcycle with the most powerful engine money could buy, should relax her after this boring ordeal.

(Art by taptothebeat)

Her "butler" bowed as her partner swept her onto the dance floor. At the moment, Hubris had shed her night guise as the city's most wanted crime boss, to stuff herself into a full-skirted red ballgown and play the part of some wealthy heiress. Supposedly, showing her face as such at this charity ball eased suspicion in some places and put delicate pressure on others, but Hubris didn't have to like it.

Poor lad, who had to kiss her blood-stained hands and would never even know it. Hubris contemplated pulling her pistol from its hiding place and shooting him in the foot. That should make for more interest than dancing and socializing with the rotten cream of the society.

"I see that my company is hardly of enough interest to keep you with me"

Damn right, she almost said out loud...

"Miss Hubris."

The sound of her real, underworld code name jolted her awake. At the same time, she felt the hard, cold barrel of a pistol pushed against her stomach.

Perhaps tonight would be fun after all.

"Ah, I'm relieved," she said, smiling easily; "after a night of masks and lies, here's someone I can be honest with."

His smile was grim, but not fake.

"Tell me, how much do they pay you to put a bullet through me?"

"It's not about the money, miss."

"I wasn't going to beat the offer. I was only curious."

"I am sorry to have to do this." He said. Hubris wasn't sure if he was being honest. "Especially after I found that you are such" His eyes traveled briefly down her figure.

(Art by ~~lonelytimelady~~)

She smiled coyly.

"You do have a choice, dear."

"I'm afraid I've been left with none." Steel crept back into his eyes. Determination. By now, Hubris had found him quite charming.

"You do, but perhaps since you're so indecisive" Still in midsentence and surprising him, she jumped into action. As the music swelled, she lifted his arm, putting herself into a tight spin. Under the cover of her skirt, she delicately slammed her hard heel into the bony place in his ankle, causing him to lose his balance and crumple to the floor.

He was too shocked, too exposed, and too smart to take a wild potshot at her. She plucked the gun from his hand neatly and it disappeared into the folds of her skirt. While he was down, she pressed a needle into his arm. His eyes widened, but almost immediately began to flutter as he fought the sleeping draft.

(Art by IneMiSol)

"I'll make this decision for you." She whispered in his ear in his last moments of consciousness.

His eyes closed.

"Oh my good sir!" Hubris now shrieked as befitting a societal dame who suddenly found her dance partner passing out on the floor. "Please, someone help!" She painted her face with shock as eyes turned to her.

Her butler made sure to be the first to reach her.

"I don't know what came over him, but we can at least give him a ride home?"

"Yes, my lady." Aside, in a whisper only for her ear. "Are you certain? You know who he is?"

"Yes yes," she waved impatiently and suddenly very un-ladylike. "He's the youngest son of that snake who owns the district east of mine and who wants my territory only as much as he wants me dead." She said with distaste as two of her guards arrived to carry the boy away between them.

(Art by elakristi)

"I cannot warn you enough to be wary" Her butler was saying.

"No," she said, but she wasn't listening. "Take him upstairs to me when we return. And be polite. He'll be my guest."

"My lady!" He protested.

"Honestly, I will be fine." She smiled, laying a reassuring hand on his arm, and pushing his loosened gun, drawn in her protection, back into his holster. With a wave, she spun back into the crown of dancing people.

From that night on, in the dark underworld, it was known that the lady boss Hubris had gained a pet. A pet who formerly belonged to her enemy, no less. But he seemed to present her no danger, neither did she use him as a bargaining chip. He was her constant companion and shadowed her every step like a lost kitten.

Some whispered that he warmed her bed. Others who saw him as evidence of her going soft; those who tried to take advantage of it found that the his bullets hit home whether he sighted in at point blank or 600 yards. Only the maddest ones gossiped that the lady Hubris, who ruled the night with tight, capable fists, was in love.