Of foes forgotten

[Anansi]

He sat stroking his finger idly along the picture. She looked like him if he squinted. He still remembered the cocksure young general who had held him back. His one draw in an otherwise perfect career. His men had had to negotiate for him due to his fury. His thumb brushed over the numerous medals on his jacket before they slipped up to run through his onyx black hair. He was young as well, it was the only reason people had accepted it, they had said it was merely his inexperience. His crystalline blue eyes hardened as he sneered remembering it. Inexperience, he'd conquered and taken as he saw fit. Except that one small piss pot village. He couldn't strike now though, treaties had been signed, agreements made. However he could do something personal. He'd set up dummy corporations and now his daughter was to be brought to the finest university in the country to "study" It would be perfect. She would vanish and he would finally crush his foe and have a nice prize on top of it.

He stood by the window waiting for the limo to arrive. She would come upstairs, he would whisk her away, and due to an unfortunate "power outage" there would be no video evidence to the contrary. He was currently in her new room, in her new dormitory, it was three days before any other student was to show up. Even if she somehow got away, he'd have time. He stretched briefly his six foot length arching up and back, the suit hugging his muscular form before relaxing as he did so. Where was she?[/u]