Chapter 338: Mean Girls

Belladonna shattered volcanic stone as she leapt forwards, her hands lunging for Vestra’s throat as she stepped back into the darkness of the building illusion. Yet her hands grabbed nothing, as they swept through the air helplessly and Vestra’s form slipped through her fingers like mist.

The darkness kept growing, and by the time Belladonna looked up, she was completely alone in an endless dark abyss.

"I know this is fake Vez! You can’t trick me. Just let us help you." Belladonna shouted into the abyss, her voice echoing slightly as it seemingly travelled for miles and miles. She couldn’t help but smirk at that. It would have been a nice addition, if there were walls to this abyss.

Still, just because she could point out the fakeness and poor details in the abyss, didn’t mean that the illusion suddenly collapsed. It was still enough to blind her eyes.

"Is that so?" Vestra’s voice echoed from all around her.

"Yeah! In fact, we have something that you can take that will make your mistress love you even more. So why don’t you come and get it!" She shouted again.

Belladonna waited for a few seconds, staggering around blindly in the darkness as she spun slowly in place, waiting for a response. But after a few seconds of silence, she clicked her tongue in annoyance. She had been hoping that would work.

The next moment, a woman’s figure stepped out from the gloom and slowly walked towards Belladonna. But it was easy to tell from the height alone that it was not Vestra, but it was not Vi’fer either.

"Ew, look at the freak." A stuck up girl cackled, her tongue full of snark and, for lack of a better term, complete and utter bitchiness that was like a dagger in Belladonna’s heart. "I always heard mutants lived in the sewers. What’s wrong freak? Did you get lost?"

A Blonde girl, who barely looked older than 16, stepped out of the gloom. Her face twisted in a sneer that every horrible mean girl seemingly perfected out of the womb. Everything about her was designer, from her clothes, to her accessories and even her implants. Which included her implanted hair.

Although the girl looked young, she somehow towered over Belladonna, making her feel pathetically small in comparison.

The Blonde stepped forwards, slamming her hands into Belladonna’s chest as she shoved her back. A feeling that Belladonna actually felt, and which sent her stumbling back a few steps, before her back slammed into something solid, yet soft.

Glancing over her shoulder revealed two other girls, more perfectly implanted blondes that practically looked like clones of each other, like they had been cut from the same mold.

"Ha, the other mutants probably thought the freak was too ugly to be around them." One sneered.

"Yeah, even the sewer mutants want to puke looking at this freak." The other echoed, before they both wrapped their arms around Belladonna’s.

The first blonde stepped forwards, slamming her fist into Belladonna’s stomach. She immediately keeled over, the air blasting from her mouth along with a mouthful of spittle. Getting hit by a truck would have hurt less.

Belladonna coughed heavily, raising her head in confusion as she wondered how these girls could be so strong, but she didn’t have much time to think about it as the main blonde grabbed Belladonna by the hair, wrenching her head to the side before dragging her to the ground. Then the boot party began.

Designer heels slammed into Belladonna’s body, each one like a knife stabbing into her. They hooked their kicks, swinging them into her stomach, forcing what little air remained in her lungs out of them.

Blood stained the black floor of the abyss as kick after kick landed. Whenever she tried to curl up in defence her hair was yanked and her small, helpless body was dragged out of the fetal position before the beating resumed.

One of the heel stomps landed wrong, catching her right in the cheek, as the pretty heel tore a hole in her flesh and pinned her head briefly to the ground, before the bitch tore her heel from Belladonna’s cheek.

Blood spilled from the gaping hole in her cheek, trickling over her tongue and forcing her to taste the disgusting iron tinge of her blood.

"Aww, you gonna cry you pathetic freak?" The Blonde teased, her tone overflowing with bitchy sarcasm, "Remember, this is what you deserve. The sooner you crawl into a hole and die, the better. That way the rest of us don’t need to suffer looking at your disgusting face."

She leaned close, moving to spit in Belladonna’s face, when Belladonna’s arm shot out from underneath her curled up body and clamped over the girl’s mouth.

Her shade claws extended, piercing through the girls perfectly sculpted face and skewered the pathetic clump of meat she called a brain.

"You lost yourself too much in that one Vezzy. Should have known better than to put blood in my mouth." Belladonna hissed, tearing her claws out of the blondes perfectly manufactured face, ripping it to pieces in the process.

No blood spilled, as the blondes body dropped to the ground and dissolved into nothing but mist, as did the other two.

Yet despite their disappearance, the wounds remained. The dull throbbing of the kicks that would turn to bruises, the quivering pain of her stomach as she heaved each lung-full of air. The only one that changed was the hole in her cheek.

When she brushed her tongue over it, she could feel the flesh where the hole should have been, and where the dull throbbing was fading into obscurity. That was something at least.

As she clambered to her feet, the environment changed once again, as a school she had never been to manifested around her and a crowd of students of various ages, ranging from 6 year old kids to 20 year old college students.

All of them glaring at her with a mixture of disgust, disdain and hatred, as they curled their hands into tightly clenched fists.

Belladonna glared at them, picking out the incredible detail that had been put into each one of their appearances. They were faces that had been imagined countless times over the years. So much so that some of them were twisted into demonic versions, with horns and flaming eyes filled with hellish rage.

Spitting her blood onto the ground, Belladonna rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck, before lifting her hands as she sunk into fighters stance.

"Alright then... Come and have a go, If you think you’re hard enough."