Camila

Both Animal Spirits clashed.

The anaconda was massive, slithering through the asphalt with great speed, but the graceful antelope jumped, dodging with ease.

The Bitch Squad snickered after watching Ana’s dumb snake attacking like a mindless beast, while Camila’s antelope leaped gracefully as a ballerina.

"This will end quickly," Cecy commented to her friends.

But Camila, who was getting sweaty hands, swallowed hard and did her best to keep a poker face.

For only three seconds.

“What is wrong with you!” she cried, not caring if her lady-like image was getting tarnished. “Why in the world are you fighting ME! With what nerve do you dare to face me after what you’ve done! I am the one in the right here, you b—!”

“So what?! Should I just stand still and let you humiliate me some more?! Sorry, but not this time!” Ana took one loud step forward, and Camila could swear that the sound of that heel drummed in her ears. “The only reason I didn’t make a fuss at the campus was because I pitied you! I let you hit me so you could feel better with yourself since I wronged you. But you had to come here and demand more?! Well, guess what! You won’t get a medal nor a consolation prize after this fight ends, I guarantee it!”

Camila’s voice faded. She wanted to shout something, anything, at the bitch who had made her life a nightmare, but a sight left her at a loss for words.

Is it me, or does that snake look bigger than before?

She stepped back, feeling that her jaw was trembling, until she noticed that her lost concentration had affected her antelope. The animal stood still, looking like prey in front of the huge reptile that little by little gained mass.

“W-wait just a minute, you…” Camila muttered, suddenly feeling dizzy.

“Do you consider yourself a heroine walking into the sunset after getting her rightful revenge against the adulterous witch?! Well, let me tell you something! I’m accustomed to being the evil bitch that ruins everyone's life, so I didn’t even bat an eye after meddling in yours!”

I… I need a break.

Camila shook her head, grabbing the cloth around her chest, feeling at a loss of air. She wanted to ask for a pause. She needed to regain her train of thought. But the now humongous, black snake in front of her was glaring at both master and spirit guardian.

Ana strolled forward, reuniting with her monster, invigorating it, making it hiss fiercely. Her eyes changed to scarlet red and her hair darkened to an almost black shade.

“Just because I’m the villainess here doesn’t mean I'll let you crush me, you hear?!" Ana said, showing her canines at every shouted word. "You can't get rid of me, because I exist! I’m the damn embodiment or your broken marriage! You can’t just sweep me under the rug, you know?!"

A sudden surge of anger and hatred filled Camila’s chest. After yelling all that nonsense, she doesn't look agitated or infuriated… Why?

Camila examined Ana’s collected mannerisms, her slim figure, her skinny but pretty legs, her tiny waist, her still immaculate youthful face.

Oh, how I HATE HER!

She should look ashamed, torn apart, broken, begging for my forgiveness! Even though her eyes look filled with malice, she still looks fucking composed! Is that why you messed with this girl, Mario?! Because she was a delight to see and play with?! You fucking pervert!

Camila’s face got bright red and her hands arched and contorted like claws, begging for the opportunity to scratch her enemy's smug face.

“Stop your barking for a minute, brat!" Camila shouted. "I didn’t come here to listen to your—!”

Ana sighed. “Shut up, I’m done with you.”

The anaconda leaned over the antelope and swallowed it whole, easily.

Camila’s eyes opened wide. She stood there, speechless. Wait, where did my Ego go? She then fell to her knees, looking pale and exhausted.

"I don't want to see your face or hear your annoying voice again, understood?" Ana sentenced, turning her back to her.

"Yes, ma'am," Camila replied, absently staring forward at the nothingness. She then got up and made her way to the parking lot, feeling that her brain had been lobotomized.

ANA

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The duel’s winner was now facing the Bitch Squad, who all showed their discontent through their body language. Cecy was raising her chin, Bere put a hand on her hip, and María folded her arms.

"Hold your damn horses, you lunatic," María said, glaring at her. "This quarrel was just between Camila and you."

"Yeah, don't get us involved in your mess!" Bere cried at the sight of Ana strolling to them.

"Changing your hair color doesn't change the fact that you're still the Red Stain," Bere sneered, fervently holding aloft her phone, pointing the camera at Ana’s face. "You’ll never get satisfied until everyone is stained with your bitchiness, am I right, girls?"

"Are you really saying that this doesn't concern you?" Ana said in a soft and calm voice, which made them feel uneasy after glancing at her contrasting new, fierce red eyes. "You were the ones that unleashed that hound on me, so I'm pretty sure that I deserve some retribution from this."

Ana stopped ten feet away from them, with her dark guardian waiting at her back, hissing hungrily.

Cecy was the only one that gathered the courage to shout, "Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it? Do you see our Egos anywhere? We're recording everything, so better calm yourself before—"

The Anaconda hissed fiercely, flying their hair back and forcing them to cover their ears.

Bere was the first to open her eyes and notice that her three guardian animals had forcefully manifested in front of them. Hers was a golden retriever, wailing, terrified. "Hey, guys? Is that normal?"

"How did she…?" María asked, frowning and the sight of her ginger cat.

"You have to be kidding me…" Cecy muttered, glancing at her fox, before all three animals got devoured in one gulp.

Ana also swallowed. "Salty… Not as exotic as Camila's spiciness, but oh well..."

After feeling a slight dizziness, the three teens looked at each other, perplexed.

"Why do I feel the sudden urge to go back home?" Cecy said.

"Yeah, whatever," María muttered. "Just keep your voice down, I feel like throwing up…"

"So!" Ana approached them, widely grinning. "What do you think of me, darlings? Do you still hate me?"

"N-n-no?" Bere frowned, squinting. "I'm not sure. What do you say, guys?"

"D-don't care, let's just go," María said, leading the way, but after three steps, she ducked and released her stomach's contents.

Ana quietly giggled before turning her smile upside down. "Hey, partner?"

"What isss it?" The 30 feet Anaconda replied, pointing its nose up to the night air.

"I don't feel satisfied, not in the slightest."

"I feel the same way, partner. Asss a matter of fact, I feel like devouring the entire neighborhood… Hi-hi-hisss..."

"Yeah, you do that," Ana whispered, turning to the building's first floor, where music was loudly coming out. "Let's start with this damn party. I wonder what Laura tastes like. Sweet? Or maybe salty like these bitches."

The snake slithered forward at the command of her master, pushing aside a light pole, getting in its way. It stopped its huge scaly head in front of the door's apartment and opened its fangs with anticipation.

But Ana made it stop.

The smell of tobacco was reaching her from somewhere nearby. She hated that pestilence.

It reminds me of Mario...

She turned around, finding a young man strolling to her. “I knew there was a known stench in the air," he said aloud.

"You should know, you're the one smoking."

"No, not me. That." He pointed at the anaconda.

When he got closer, Ana noticed that her 4” high heels were not enough to reach his height. He was wearing a ponytail and a black leather jacket. In his lips, a lighted cigarette he pulled away to release smoke in Ana's direction.

"Um, excuse me," Ana said calmly, without knowing that her crimson-colored irises betrayed her, making her look livid instead. "But what did you say?"

"You're corrupting it," he said, pointing at the monster again. "Why?"

Ana snickered. "That's none of your business, pal."

"You're partially right." The guy advanced forward, taking a quick puff. "I don't know what you're going through and I don't care, but as soon as you brought that thing here…" He stopped fifteen feet away from her, close enough to look deeply into her eyes. "Then I have to intrude."

He's hair was as dark as the night itself and his almost golden-looking eyes were striking enough to get lost in them for hours. But his smirk was pissing her off.

Is it wise of him to challenge me after I devoured four Egos? I can't remember when was the last time I felt so… unstoppable!

Ana sneered at the guy, ready to crush him too, until a realization made its way through her mind. Wait, where have I seen you before?

"You're Laura's cousin, right?"

The guy raised his eyebrows and grinned, showing perfect teeth, still not stained by his addiction. "Do I know you, little miss?"

"You will," Ana replied, snapping her fingers to call back her beast. Her anaconda immediately hissed with all of its might, forcing the guy's Ego to come forward, a silver wolf.

The guy first frowned at the sight of such phenomena and gave a long puff. "Interesting..." he muttered.

"Laura was right about you. I should thank her later. So do me a favor and stay still while I devour your little partner, please? And don't worry, you and me are going to get along juuust fine…"

"That sounds great," he said playfully, staring at the snake widely opening its jaws. "I’ve alway wanted to be another person's plaything."

Ana's Ego launched itself forward, more hungry than ever, ready to chomp on the guy too if necessary, but he was ready. The guy hit the giant snake’s head with a bat hidden on his back.