The Villain

“I have some bad news for you,” he said from across the small, round table.

I pulled in a slow, deep breath and then puffed it out. I gave him a quick nod.

“Okay, let me have it,” I said.

“You are the bad guy,” he said.

“I’m the what?”

“You are the bad guy, or in your case, girl. You are the villain. You are the one that will destroy this world.”


“Yeh,” he said, leaning back in his cheap wooden chair and lacing his hands behind his head. As if he was resting from a hard days work.

Hard work? I’ve seen road kill work harder than this guy.

I just paid this loser good money to tell my fortune. When he said he had bad news for me, I thought he was going to say something like I was going to get kicked out of the university or my boyfriend was going to leave me. Not this crap! Me, the destroyer of the world? Like hell I was!

“Psh, I’m not taking that as my fortune! I want my money back,” I snapped at the shabby conman across the table from me.

“Sorry, all purchases are final. No refunds,” he said, smiling and scratching his stubbly chin.

“Purchase! I never made a purchase. I wanted my fortune told, and all you gave me was garbage.”

“Your fortune was told. The great psychic, Mezmer, has seen it all!” he said, with a dramatic wave to the sign hanging next to his table with his name blazing across it.

Seen it all, my butt. That’s not even a real crystal ball, it’s just a drained snow globe,” I said, pointing at the dysfunctional prop sitting on the table between us.

“Yes, I’ve seen it all in my drained snow globe,” he said, nodding sagely, “And there are no refunds.”

“You little thief. Give me my money back!” I snapped, popping to me feet and then lunging over the table at him.

I had just gotten both fists wrapped around the lapels of his cheap suit when I heard the crash of shattering glass.


Black smoke came streaming out of the broken trinket like a fire-hose had been let loose. Electrical sparks, embers, and inhuman shrieks filled the tiny room.

“See, I told you. Here comes the end of the world,” Mezmer shouted over the roar of the explosion, pointing at the glass globe that was currently going nuclear.

“It was your snow globe!” I yelled back at him.

“Yeh, well, you’re the one that broke it!”

The ground trembled, the sky over head rumbled, and a big black tentacle coiled out of the smoke that was still pouring out of the snow globe.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” Mezmer asked.


“I was right, so I’m not giving you a refund!”