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What a lovely evening for killing stupid teenagers.

Tanzanite had found the young man rifling through the junkyard in search of... well, she hadn't bothered to ask. She hadn't thought to question his reasons before she looped the length of her jumper cables around his throat and choked the consciousness out of him. Nor had she bothered to ask in the brief moment in which he awoke, a brief moment she allowed only so that she could experience the thrill of seeing his eyes widen in fear, his entire body tense with terror as she ripped his star seed from his body.

It pulsated, warm and full of life in the palm of her hand. With the soon-to-be corpse at her feet, safely and silently tucked away within a small niche of the junkyard, she almost missed the barely audible voice.

"Maybe I should head towards downtown?"

Tanzanite closed her fist around her prize, pressing herself back against the wall of compacted cars and old appliances as she peeked around the corner. What met her gaze made her heart skip a beat, her entire body practically tingling with a thrill of excitement that she hadn't felt since she'd stood beside Nova only a few days prior. Never had she been so confident in the power of the Negaverse as she had when she witnessed the corrupted senshi unleashing her wrath. With such power on their side, how could they lose?

And what luck! What fortune that she should find yet another subject in her private little hunting grounds. Yet another victim upon which she could test her own strength.

The Lieutenant didn't bother to restrain the hollow, mirthless laughter as it tore from her throat, calling upon the power of the Negaverse to vault herself up to the top of the closest car pile. With her cables gripped tightly, drawn taut between her fists, Tanzanite made her presence known.

“I wouldn't recommend it,” she forced the conversational tone with a grin that was nothing short of malicious, “I hear traffic at this hour is such a b***h.”

Tanzanite found it difficult to be offended by someone so meaningless, and so the only response she could muster up was the continuation of that terrible grin. She licked her lips, the emotionless facade tossed aside to display her unrestrained joy at the situation she'd found herself in.

“How... predictable.” she murmured, her smile unfading. It seemed to be the go-to insult, to pick on her choice of attire. After several of such encounters, Tanzanite was begin to find the repetitive insults trite and boring. How she would kill for a unique, snappy comeback rather than some meaningless observation that she was, in fact, dressed like some kind of fetish dominatrix. <******** all of those haters, her boots were amazing.

“Oh, how precious,” she said, her voice as soft and teasing as that of the call girl Iris suggested she might be, “You seem so bored down there, and I do so hate to think I'm boring you.” Tanzanite paused, opening her palm to allow the stolen star seed to float just above it. It glimmered in the dim light, glowing with the life of the body that lay unconscious in the junkyard's shadows. “Perhaps we should play a game.”

Tanzanite smiled down at the girl, one hand gesturing to the small nook where the unfortunate boy's body lay. Wrong time, wrong place. An unfortunate victim of circumstance. Then again, weren't they all?

“To your left, in those shadows, is a body. A living, breathing body. And here...” she paused, admiring the shining bit of life force that floated above her fingertips, “Is his star seed. You keep me away from that body for a meager ten minutes, and I let the both of you go. No harm, no foul. You can scamper back to your meaningless little life as the hero you girls so desperately wish you were. And if you can't...”

The Lieutenant closed her palm around the star seed again, “If you can't, I snuff out his life.”

“And then... I take yours.”

“I'm afraid you've misunderstood me. I'm not giving you a choice.” The Lieutenant said cooly. The girl's insolent laughter made Tanzanite's blood boil; it was a show of disrespect which she would make the girl pay for. Preferably by skinning her alive and leaving her body hanging from the flagpole of the nearest High School. Or slitting her throat and leaving her in the park for another self-righteous senshi harlot to stumble across. She was practically dizzy with the thrill of so many possible ways to dispose of the woman after she'd torn out her star seed.

Tanzanite stepped forward, dropping off of the edge of the car pile and landing in a low crouch several feet away from the mouthy teenager. Her movements were graceful, fluid, the type of motion that came from years of obsessive dance practice. As she stood, it would become apparent that she was unusually tall for a woman; six feet of natural height, and an extra five inches added by those stiletto heels. Tanzanite towered over the average woman, but was surprised to find this one closer to her own height than most.

“Well then, I do hope I'll live up to your expectations for us,” she murmured, smiling faintly as she began striding off to Iris' left. She strode with confidence, not edging around Iris as some might. Tanzanite was not the type to skirt her enemy. As promised, she would go to finish off the boy first. Whether Iris attempted to stop her or not, Tanzanite didn't really care. If she did, she welcomed the fight. If not, she would enjoy an easy kill before turning her murderous sights on Iris.

“Fight or run, child. You'll have to do one of the two eventually."

If one had to make a list of pro and cons to being a senshi, then having to have some sort of silly mantra or magical chant for every attack or transformation surely had to be at the very top. It was like a warning label, along with the girls glowing fist, that practically screamed 'Look at me, look at me! I'm preparing to attack.' With such a disadvantage, Tanzanite had to wonder how these girls had been beating them thus far. Either her fellow Lieutenants were utterly incompetent, or it was simply a consequence of numbers alone.

No matter, having Nova on their side would surely even the odds. Confident as Tanzanite was in her own abilities, even she wouldn't dare go up against someone like Nova. The woman was a bomb simply waiting to go off.

These girls were so... predictable. Threaten an 'innocent' life, and they came running like moths to a flame. They might talk big, but so many of them would risk their lives in defense of their simple-minded ideals, pretending to know they true definition of right and wrong while they ran around battling 'evil'. It was with a repeat of the cool, mirthless laugh that Tanzanite launched herself into the air – too slow.

The ribbon snared around one ankle, nearly bringing Tanzanite to her knees upon the dirty asphalt and stealing away the advantage of the Negaverse Lieutenant's flea-like jumping. She did well to keep a snarl from reaching her features, only regarding the senshi with cool disgust as she quickly recovered.

“Ha!” Tanzanite verbalized her disdain for the senshi as she launched herself towards Iris. After all, trying to move away would do little good with that ribbon around her ankle; the better option was to close the gap between them, possibly make her lose focus, and free herself when the opportunity presented itself. Gripping the jumper cables in the center, the heavy metal clamps dangling free at one end, Tanzanite closed the small gap between them.

If she managed to get close enough, Tanzanite would swing the cable like a bat, hoping to make contact between the metal clamps and the side of Iris' skull.

“Stupid girl, shut up and burn.”

Disgusting.

The corners of Tanzanite's lips twitched slightly, desperate to turn in and expression of complete revulsion as the girl spat off to the side. She kept her features apathetic only by sheer force of will, her gray eyes rolling skywards for a brief moment. Really, these girls were just a grab bag of bad manners, terrible catch phrases, and utterly ridiculous costumes. (What do you mean Tanzanite is in no position to comment on ridiculous costumes? That is an absolutely absurd idea and I am deeply offended by the very notion!)

“All I've got? Oh no, pet. Not even close.” Tanzanite taunted in return, punctuating the comment with a quiet laugh.

Like some kind of super powered Negaflea, she launched herself straight up into the air. It was an ability which all of her fellow Lieutenant's possessed, but she hoped that being the first true Negaverse agent Iris had faced, the move would catch the girl by surprise. She would land only a few feet away, that cable already in full swing again. This time it was held at one end, hoping that the momentum would wrap the remainder of her cord around Iris' legs, enabling Tanzanite to yank them out from under her. If she could just get her to the ground, kicking the absolute crap out of her would be more than enough payment for the insolent laughter.

If Tanzanite had it her way, she would beat the girl to a pulp, kill the unconscious boy right in front of her, and leave her battered body in the front lawn of Meadowview High School for one of her comrades to find. One senshi starseed was a pathetic prize when compared the terror that such a display would spread through their ranks like wildfire.

Tanzanite wasn't a woman who wasted time talking once the fighting had started. Far too many a villain had fallen prey to the insatiable urge to talk s**t mid-battle, and it almost always ended poorly. Given enough time, the hero would likely escape, get rescued, or find a way to defeat whatever ultimate evil they were up against. Slitting their throat while they slept was far more effective than leaving them in a Rancor pit and then walking away like you just [i[knew how that s**t was going to go down. However much contempt she might have for the senshi, they were a threat. Thus, the Negaverse couldn't afford to have any small, unguarded exhaust vents into which these bitches could fly their X-wings and decimate their Deathstar with a well placed proton torpedo.

She didn't waste time as Iris pushed herself up; the girl was smart, she had to grant her that much. She knew how to land so that she could spring back to her feet, and she didn't waste time lying on her face like some prissy b***h. The challenge brought a wide grin to Tanzanite's face, and it wasn't more than half a second after Iris stood that Tanzanite launched herself at the other woman. There was no time for recovery, talking, taunting, or anything of the sort; it was time to get down and dirty. Her objective was clear: beat this woman until she couldn't move, even if it meant breaking both of her legs.

If Iris was unable to dodge out of the way, Tanzanite would collide with her stomach, aiming to drive her back into the closest pile of cars. All she needed was one opening, one second during which she could wrap those cables around the senshi's throat and get behind her. If she could incapacitate her, she could finish off the boy first and then choke the senshi harlot into unconsciousness.

This senshi was utterly unpredictable, a fact that unsettled Tanzanite in a way not many things could. Her strategies often relied on the typical responses; struggling, fighting, begging. She relied on knowing how people would react and using that knowledge to her advantage. Iris did none of these, making her job that much more difficult. Still, she was close. She was so very, very close.

With the taste of victory so close at hand, Tanzanite was not about to let up. She needed this. The Negaverse needed this. She pulled hard on those cables, reaching up to try and wrap them around the twisted bits of metal frame in the car pile. The objective was not to kill the senshi – oh no, that would be far too simple. One senshi was nothing. Tanzanite aimed to tie the cables off just high enough the Iris would be forced to stand on her tip-toes just to keep herself from hanging. She wanted to tie them off just out of reach, leaving Iris at her mercy long enough so that she could finish the boy off while the woman was still alive.

Caught up in the difficulty of that task, Tanzanite did not notice the girls glowing fist, mistaking the look of panic in her eyes as simple fear of death. She reveled in that expression, savored the concern in her eyes. She mistook it for fear, and in her arrogance basked in the glory of it.