With that cry, I descend upon the second-hand store, taking it just a bit slow in order to make sure my mosquitos are actually coming with me. A quick glance behind ensures that they are, indeed, right behind me.

As the heavily spread-out formation of mosquitos grows compact and dense, we enter the store. A woman is just about to leave, and I manoeuvre around her face, escaping our encounter unharmed and unnoticed. I shouldn't have, but I just couldn't stop myself from turning around to watch the very first firework go off.

A black wall of mosquitos slams into her face, causing her to stumble back in sheer chock, but her second reaction is far more satisfying. A scream, like a banshee cutting loose is released into the second-hand store as her face is covered in a black sheet of mosquitos. Overwhelmed to the point of faintness, she simply falls on her ass, her hands clawing at her face, smearing newly-sucked blood all over it. But a hundred mosquitos killed does nothing in the face of a hundred thousand more, no.

The mosquitos killed are instantly replaced by more, who now bite into her bare arm, neck and shoulders. She screams, and I can't help but grin like an absolute fool.

G-, good-, good going, my dearest of underlings! The rest of you, follow me!!

I shake and quiver in the most eclectic ecstasy as I fly for the men's section. The people around the woman are now noticing not only her peril but also what caused it. Most transform into statues of chock, some smile nervously, wondering if it's a joke, and some of the people close to the entrance/exit multidoor don't have time to do either as they, too, are introduced to the swarm.

Oh, what a sight to see! Most mosquitos may be following me to the men's section, but about half of them are simply spreading out, making every inch of the store an insect-ridden nightmare. The people can only scream themselves as thousands of mosquitos bear down upon them, biting and ravishing their exposed bodies.

At this point, some people have realized that the best thing to do here is not to bat at the mosquitos or stand and scream, but to fucking book it for the exit, which they do. Sure, there are still mosquitos entering, but hardly as many as there are inside. The joy I feel at this sight, at the screams emanating from my hapless victims... oh, it is enough to kill a man from joy!

But, that is not our main objective! Underlings, nab that coat, hat, pants, and everything! Take it all, and escape back to our lair, but make sure you're not followed! The moving, living cloud of behind me all salute in unison and make for the clothing items, simply grabbing them right from where they hang and lifting them into the air.

Seeing those clothes simply float out of the store like some B-rated horror movie... I am proud of myself, and I am proud of my underlings. By this point, pretty much every single customer (apart from maybe the one on the loo) has evacuated the premises under threat of mosquito, and I'm pretty sure the store clerk had, at some time, tried to shout for everyone to exit, but the sound of over a hundred thousand mosquitos simply drowned her out.

Soon enough, all the clothing items I had specified were out of the door and in the air.

Everyone, retreat outside! Mission has been completed!!

If seeing them all enter was a sight to be seen, so was seeing them all exit. But, just as they had started to actually get outside...

Someone entered. Wearing a helmet and a thick suit and-, it was a fireman. Someone, one of the many many customers, has called the damn fire department on us. But we had no time to befriend such persons!

Everyone, focus on getting out! Ignore the fireman and whatever they do!!

My underlings all redoubled their efforts to get outside, and they were quite successful, too. After only a few seconds of surveying the situation, the fireman decided to step out again, un-plugging the door to allow for even greater escape. I stayed inside, waiting for everyone to exist.

Once they had done so, I flew outside at my greatest speed, once my clutching my Bloodsucker friend close to me so that they wouldn't get left behind. Once I and my bodyguards were out the door, I came out to find most of my underlings had not, inf fact, fully evacuated but were simply stationed here outside, awaiting orders.

I cannot fault them for my mistake. The lot of you! You back to base, but do so inconspicuously, taking different paths!!

The mosquitos did a final salute before parting, leaving me and my bodyguards to enjoy the sight.

As it seems, not only had someone phoned for the fire department, but an ambulance as well, into which someone was being hauled. I fearlessly lowered myself until I could see her clearly. Her face and hands were covered completely in small, red bumps, all forming to make her skin look completely malformed. Ah, seeing the handiwork of my subjects...

I wish I could give them a raise, they truly deserve one. This is perfectly marvellous!

"Please, she has Skeeter's, she gets a fever just from one, will-,"

Aaaand I bother listening to no more. Skeeter's, huh? Allergy to mosquitos, if I don't remember wrong.

In other words, I just shoved a PB 'n J into the sensitive kid's unvaccinated little face.

...

-Can this day get any better?? With this, I'll have put someone in the hospital, or even better, six feet under! I am officially a true menace to society, nigh a villain!! Oh, forget getting a raise, I'm giving the lot of them promotions once this is all over!! Ahhhh, have I ever been this happy? Oh, this must be the best day of my life! Well, second-best day of my life, just after that time my brother decided to go all-out and celebrate my birthday at a Steak 'n Shake and I got a slice of cake from the waitresses.

I wish I had a camera to take a picture of this good woman who just made my week.

Alright, that's enough dilly-dallying! Let's return to-,

"Any chances this was an attack by one of them supervillains?"

"Nah, who the hell uses mosquitos?"

"Someone who just wants to annoy people to death, hah!"

-So went the conversation of two firemen standing by, making idle conversation.

...Oh, I'll show them. I'll show them good-!!

Saying so, I fly back to my lair, prepared to do anything to become the greatest threat possible.