<BLAM>
A shot went off which was aimed for Kylie, but before it could hit the young witch, the bullet turned to dust.
Her eyes turned upon Tristan, the bully who beat him up in the bathroom and mugged him once. He never got in
trouble for it because Kyle couldn't prove that the wallet was his. Tristan was wearing a Joker outfit in the
style of Heath Ledger's version. Kylie smiled. This should be fun.
"Well HELLO beautiful!"
Tristan aimed the gun square at her chest now.
"Forget that" laughed Kylie, and the gun disappeared from his hand. His eyes went wide.
"What the-?"
By now Kylie was eye to eye with the young sociopath.
"You're Tristan, right? Let me tell you a story. Come here" She grabs and manhandles Tristan by the shoulders.
"So I knew a boy once, like you, who tells me that I worry too much. That I should just let go and let out my
inner bitch. Who tells me I ought to go out more looking for trouble, because if I didn't, trouble would
eventually find me. One bad day. All it takes is one...bad...day. That's all it took for me to finally see the
wisdom in that..."
Kylie created a a force field around the two of them that functioned like a two way mirror. Everyone in the
party could see Kylie and Tristan in the center of the room, with Kylie holding him by the shoulders. Tristan
however, could only see himself and this bitch who ruined the party and had some kind of magic power. No one
could get inside the bubble, and Tristan couldn't get out.
"What are you going to do to me?" he asks casually.
"I'm going to do the best I can..."
Kylie blows on his face. It stings Tristan's face like hot sand.
"Oww! You little cunt, you think I'm scared of you? If I had the means to do it, I would buy and sell your
little sexpot ass a billion times over."
Kylie's beautiful green eyes glowered with menace, but below this glower formed a coy little smile.
"Why that's a great idea, Tristan. You know, one good thing I can say about you is that I love your defiance.
Or as the Joker would say: 'A little fight in you. I like that.'"
Tristan smiled grimly at this.
He kicked the witch in the crotch, but she didn't appear to feel it. In fact, she just giggled.
"Tell me Tristan, what's the worst thing you've ever done to a person?"
"I-I..."
Tristan wanted to lie and say something comparatively innocent, like stealing his brother's bike that one
weekend when he was a kid for instance, but he just couldn't. The witch was somehow COMPELLING him to tell the
truth. Bowing his head, he said:
"I raped a girl."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Kylie nodded her head, knowing what punishment she was going to dole out now.
"I guess it couldn't hurt you to know how you made that girl feel."
"Fuck...I did awful things to her. No one would want to feel that kind of pain."
Kylie took her one hand and cupped it under Tristan's make-up clad face.
"Haven't you ever heard of penance?"
"Yeah. I don't believe in it."
"You should Tristan. You really should. Magic is out there, in a whole wide world out of the corner of our
eyes. We barely know that it exists until we stumble upon it. Even then, what it is, I don't know. But I know
that some force exists out there, separating the right from the wrong and the good from the bad. Only a loving
god could do that."
"What the fuck is that? You sound like my half blind, half deaf grandmother."
"I just know Tristan. Think of me as God's herald."
Suddenly, Tristan's costume broke away from his body, and he started to shrink rapidly. Breathing deeply,
Tristan braced himself for whatever this witch was going to do.
His hair grew outward, his penis retracted into his skin, and all that other good stuff. He was now a girl.
"I turned you into a five year old girl, Trista" said Kylie, looking down upon the new her and emphasizing the
bullies new name.
"I'm going to send you back to Thailand where your family is from, and I will make sure that some nice
pedophile man will come and, ahem, adopt you. Have fun..."
Trista, entirely naked and without an identity or legal documents, suddenly appeared in one of the seedier
areas of Bangkok. A moving picture, some kind of magical video, appeared on the wall of the part room,
watching Trista walk the streets looking for cover. It began to rain.
"The rainy season is so beautiful" said a whimsical Kylie as she watched the former bully fearfully walk into
an alley.
With a bizarrely sweet voice that made her even more creepy, the witch peered into the crowd and asked "Who's
next?"