Scarlett, the villain of this story, sits upon her bone throne, made by destroying her enemies. The pure white bone has a slight gleam that makes Scarlet glow in uneven lines across her face. They say that each bone is from an enemy she killed. Whether by her own hands, or someone else's.

Her goal is rather cliche. World domination. She wants to rule the world with an iron fist. And she will stoop to any level to make sure that happens. Only one thing still stands in her way. The so-called rebellion. Luckily for her, she has the leader right in front of her. Lenora. Along with the leader, she has some blackmail in the form of a dog that is sitting on her lap.

Scarlet sits there. She is slowly stroking the curly off-white dog. Going from the back towards the head. The fur is clumping up over her hand, causing her to have to try extra hard at times. The dog obviously does not like this, but it cannot escape her tight grasp. At her feet sits another dog. Brown with straight fur. It's a rather small dog. Even without being restrained, it stays there. Knowing the consequences of attempting to run away

“Lenora, life is so fragile. You never know when it's just going to end.”

Just then she rests the tip of her heel upon the dog at her feet. She presses more and more until the dog just. Pops. Her foot hit the ground with a surprising thud.

“I’m sure you of all people understand that,” Scarlet said while changing the direction she is petting the dog on her lap”

“What can I do to protect Rover?” Lenora asked, gathering what little courage she had left.

“Straight to the point I see. That's what I like about you. Let's see. If I had to ask one thing of you, I would ask for the access codes to the rebellion. Letting me do whatever I please with that scraggly gang. Of course. You would never betr-”

“I’ll do it.”

The room sits in silence. Clearly Scarlet was never expecting this. She is in so much shock that she even stopped petting Rover. Just sitting there. She eventually regains her composure. 

“Servant. Pen and paper. Now!”

A servant walks into the room holding a black pen and a yellowed piece of paper. Scarlet motions for the servant to hand it to Lenora. The servant scuttles towards Lenora and hands her both the pen and paper. 

Rather than write on the table, she holds the paper to the wall and starts writing. Quick neat handwriting is made. Beautiful in its efficiency rather than its artistic value. Before long, three codes are on the paper. Each a different level of security.

Level three security: Low

Under the moonlit night, we rise.

Level two security: High

From the earth that we come from. To the fires that we will blaze. We will fight.

Level one security: Highest

Righteous Rover

Level three was already known to Scarlet, so there is no new information there. Level two was broadly known. If it was used she could recognize it but she was not able to issue it herself. The real information is level one. With that, she can direct the rebellion to do whatever she wants. If it is real.

“Give Rover back. NOW!”

“I need to make sure these are real first.”

“Test them fast”

Scarlet picks up a radio and uses the level one code. She tells the people to attack a military base, claiming it's understaffed. That is of course not true. The base is in fact over-staffed, preparing to send people to the front lines. It will be a bloodbath for the rebels. A blow that they likely never will recover from. Since Scarlet got confirmation that the codes work. She no longer needs Lenora. Nor Rover.

“Since I don’t need them anymore. I suppose I can let Rover go.”

Scarlet moves Rover towards the ground while raising her foot up. Just as the paws land on the ground. Scarlet lets out a large stomp. Putting her heel straight through the innocent Rover. The once white dog was stained red with its own blood. 

“ROVER!”

Scarlet takes her heel off and throws it at Lenora. With Rover stuck on it like meat on a skewer. Lenora catches the dog. Blood dripping down her shirt. 

“Dispose of the mutt and its master. And fetch me a new heel.”