After giving her instructions, the instructor named Medea V turned her back to the crowd and began getting back into the helicopter. But she was halted when she heard someone screaming at her, “REALLY? THAT’S IT?” they said. “IS THAT ALL YOU’RE GOING TO SAY TO US? NO APOLOGY FOR BEINGLATE? NO ORIENTATION? NO TYPE OF EXPLANATION? YOU’RE TERRIBLE AT YOUR JOB.”
With her back still turned, one leg stepping into the copter, Medea V rolled her eyes. She barely glanced over her shoulder as she responded, “The orientation tour and any questions you might have will be answered at a later time once we are on campus.” Medea then proceeded to continue entering the copter until she was stopped again by the same voice.
“NO, NO, THAT’S UNACCEPTABLE! I WILL NOT ACCEPT THIS, WE DEMAND…. NO, I DEMAND AN APOLOGY.” being stopped once again made Medea roll her eyes. Because of things like this, because of pacified cadets like this, is why she hated being on pick-up duty. Medea pulled her one foot out of the copter as she said, “Fucking snowflakes,” under her breath. Then she turned around, now wanting to lay eyes on the whiny little bitch that was holding them all back. When she did, her eyes immediately zeroed in on the culprit, and he was easy to spot.
He was one of the few that had stepped forward, but what gave him away wasn’t his position; it was his aura, his pompous rich aura. The person who spoke out was a young man with golden blonde hair slicked back. He had the bluest eyes, perfect skin, and he wore what seemed like the most expensive clothing. Most who would see him walking down the street would look at him with envy or hate, but the sight of him only made the instructor, Medea, want to barf.
She started walking straight towards him as she spoke, “Listen, Goldie locks, I don’t care what you will or will not expect. I don’t care if I wasted your time, and I don’t have to explain a thing to you. So, get that through your head ASAP.” The woman was now standing right in front of the complaining cadet as she stared him straight in his eyes. He easily towered over her, but by the look in her eyes, their statures seemed reversed.
“Now… get… your… ass… on… that… helicopter,” Medea said through gritted teeth. The instructor’s fiery spirit shook the blonde rich guy to his bones. He was a bit frightened around them, the mid-tiers that knew this woman didn’t expect any less from the ‘blind tiger,’ a nickname many in the past started calling her. They knew how she could be, and they knew no matter who this guy was, he wasn’t going to win this fight.
A few of them snickered, knowing what could happen if this continued. Zack was a part of this group; the only one not laughing was the heavy-set young man that Zack had pointed to earlier. He had a small bead of sweat coming down his face as he thought, “Just get in the copter, man.” But the blonde rich bitch didn’t take that unheard advice. All he could hear were snickers and hushed comments coming from around him. Everyone now wanted to know what he was going to do, and he was wondering that same thing.
This had never happened before; he had never been tested; no one had ever stood up to him before, so he was nervous. But as he looked into Medea’s eye and heard everything around him, he concluded that his pride, no… his manhood, was being tested. So, he decided to make the worst mistake in his life; he decided to double down.
The young man lowered his face down till his face was inches away from Medea’s. Then he smirked and said, “You know what, old bitch? How… about… no?” After that, gasps were heard from all around. Hearing the shocked voices made the young man smile; he chuckled. But as he laughed, thinking he had won, Medea proceeded to spit in the young man’s mouth.
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This action shut everyone up, and it made the blonde man recoil back in disgust. He then started to gag as he struggled to speak. “You… bitch… You… spit… in… my… mouth,” Medea cocked her head to the side as she responded, “So I did. What are you going to do about it?” The blonde man froze and just looked at her. “If you don’t do anything, if you don’t stand your ground and prove to all of us that you’re a man, then you’ll just prove you don’t have any balls at all,” after saying this, Medea gave him a small, sinister smile.
This bothered him, but not more than what he was hearing; he could hear more laughing, snickering coming from those in the crowd. His face was turning red; he could tell that Medea was calling his bluff. But the laughing frustrated him enough that he fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. The blonde man walked up towards Medea with fury burning in his heart. His face was bright red, and as he approached, he lifted his hand up ready to strike her. This shocked a good deal of people watching, but those who knew, like Zack, the other mid-tiers, and of course, the pilot Quincy, knew this was not going to end well. As the young man lifted his hand in anger, the smile on Medea’s face disappeared as if it hadn’t been there in the first place. This made the young man hesitate. He wasn’t sure that this was the right move, but he had already stepped over the threshold, so all Medea had to do was push him over the edge.
“What’s the matter?” she asked. “Come now, I’m pretty sure that I’m not the first woman you’ve slapped in the face before. You’ve probably done it many times, but I bet each time you did, your mommy and daddy were there to help clean up your mess and whip the baby’s dirty ass.”
Medea’s comment made the young man’s face become even brighter with embarrassment. She had done it pushed himself over. The young man pulled his arm back, then sent it flying toward Medea, but it wouldn’t reach her because before he could slap her, Medea reached out with her left arm and grabbed the blonde boy’s arm, and her grip was tight. The boy snapped to reality, but this didn’t snap the rich kid back fully. He didn’t apologize or ask for forgiveness. No, the act of Medea catching his arm filled him with even more anger, even more embarrassment. He then raised his other hand and balled it into a fist, but he would never get the chance to follow through with an attack because Medea then twisted his arm, then flipped him over. The blonde-haired man quickly became acquainted with the ground. Medea had done this in such a swift motion that gasps were heard from nearly everyone watching. And even while on the ground, Medea still had a firm grip on his arm. The only thing that changed was she decided to violently place her foot on his pretty face.
“Not only did you decide to not follow the orders of an instructor, but you also decided to strike at said instructor outside of a sparring or training environment, and that, pretty little bitch, is unacceptable. So, I’ve made up my mind. You’re expelled.”
While still on the ground with a boot on his face, the young man tried to argue. “No, you can’t! That’s not fair!” But Medea instantly shot back, “I can do whatever I please. Just like I’m about to do this.” Medea’s grip around the man’s arm became tighter, then she twisted it hard. Then a loud crunch was heard by everyone, then that sound was followed with a screeching wail coming from the blonde young man. “Damn. She hasn’t changed one bit,” Zack thought as he smirked.
“My arm!” the young man cried out. “You fucking bitch! You broke my arm! How could you? Do you know who I am? Do you have any idea who my family is?”
Medea turned her back facing the helicopter. “Just like I said that I don’t care what you find acceptable, I also don’t care about any of your feelings, whether emotional or physical. And I also couldn’t give two shits about who your mommy and daddy are… besides, whoever they are, they clearly did a shit job at raising you.” Medea’s words were so cold and matter of fact that it shut the young man up. With him now dealt with, Medea turned around facing everyone, but her face was now one of clear annoyance. “Everyone, you must thank the pretty little bitch here because of him, I have now lost the last bit of my patience. Now, if all of you aren’t on that goddamn helicopter in the next five minutes, then like him, you will be expelled and forbidden from ever re-enrolling… do you understand?” A unified “YES MA’AM” came from each person standing there.
Hearing this, Medea turned, her trench coat flapping in the wind. As she was getting into the copter, everyone was making their way to the rear of the copter, placing their belongings in the rear compartment. Medea finally sat back in her seat, but it was clear to Quincy she was spitting mad. “START THE ENGINES, QUINCY!” she barked. Quincy could only nod his head as he quickly got the engines started up again. The helicopter’s propellers began spinning. Cadets were finishing up and making their way into the helicopter and snagging themselves a seat. In less than 5 minutes, everyone but one was in the helicopter, and soon they all left him behind as the copter took off towards its next destination - towards the military academy.