Chapter 384:

Fjolla's fury

En Passant Grandmaster

"What is the meaning of this!?" Ionuț fumed as Fjolla opened the game by moving her pawn to c3.

"It's called odds. If I faced her after already making her as bald as she is, I'd be in for a headache," Melisha snarled.

"I didn't come here to play!"

"Well too bad, your stuck playing, unless you want to let the clock run out."

"TCH! I'll beat this slut then you fix me!" Ionuț fumed as he slammed his pawn down on e5.

"'Slut'? You piece of shit, you're cruising for a bruising," Fjolla glared as she moved her queen to a4.

"Shut up! This only happened to me because that pink-haired slut refused to obey my orders!" Ionuț shouted as he slammed his knight down on c6.

"And why should I care about you?" Fjolla snarled as she moved her pawn to d4.

"I'm the most important man in the world, Ionuț Bălașa!" Ionuț shouted at the top of his lungs as he captured the pawn at d4 with his e-pawn.

"And I'm Fjolla Gjonaj, the president of Albania," Fjolla glared as she captured the pawn at d4 with her c-pawn.

"The usurper of Albania, you mean! You're nothing but a gangster's bitch that was installed against the will of the world!" Ionuț declared as he moved his pawn to b5.

Those were trigger words for Fjolla. Ever since she could remember, she had always been surrounded by crime, whether it be growing up as the daughter of petty thieves, being sold into prostitution to a prominent mob boss, or mustering the strength and courage to revolt against her master and form her own gang, crime was always a part of Fjolla's life. But despite that all, she longed for a normal life, but found it near impossible to achieve. Thus, she ran for president of Albania, but naturally lost in a landslide and arrested once her past was made public.

She eventually gained a DESPER and managed to get out of prison and become Albania's new president, but encountered resistance every step of the way. Much didn't phase her, but invoking memories of her time when she had no freedom and was forced to serve as a gangster's prostitute was her breaking point. Any who dared to use the trigger words against her were subject to demonic fury and wrath.

SLAM!

Ionuț raised an eyebrow as Fjolla slammed her queen down on d1 and began breathing heavily. "What? Are you giving birth or something, you filthy whore?" he scoffed as he moved his queen to e7.

"DO TË TË VRAS, BASTARD PËRDHUNUES [I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU RAPIST BASTARD]!" Fjolla shouted as she slammed her knight down on f3.

"What does that even mean!?" Iounut scoffed as he moved his pawn to a6.

But when in rage mode, Fjolla defaulted to speaking Albanian, meaning Ionuț wouldn't get a translation, assuming of course there wasn't anyone nearby who could translate that is.

"She called you a 'rapist bastard'," Melisha growled as Fjolla moved her pawn to g3.

"She WHAT!? I'm a proud lifelong virgin! A holy man of politics! HOW DARE YOU!" Ionuț fumed as he slammed his knight down on f6.

At this point, both players went silent, both consumed with anger, a fact reflected by how violently they slammed their pieces down, with Fjolla slamming her bishop down on g2, and Ionuț slamming his pawn down on h6. Yet overall, it was still anyone's game, with Fjolla holding the slight edge as of this current moment. D5, knight b4, a king's side castle, then bishop b7, and suddenly Fjolla had a completely winning position. The only question now was whether she could maintain it.

She moved her pawn to e4, to which Ionuț responded to by capturing said pawn with his knight. Then Fjolla moved her f-knight to d2, causing Ionuț's anger to subside just a bit, as he sensed an opportunity.

"Stupid slut! She just hung a pawn," he thought as he captured the pawn at d5 with his bishop.

Fjolla didn't seem to care though and captured the knight at e4 with her knight, resulting in Ionuț capturing said knight with his bishop. Then the trap was sprung as Fjolla captured the bishop at e4 with her bishop, now getting a clear shot at the rook on a8.

"Petty, illegitimate president gangster whore, I can just castle," Ionuț thought as he castled queen's side.

Things looked calm for now as Fjolla moved her knight to c3 and Ionuț moved his knight to c6, but in fact, one side was now completely winning.

"So Mimoko, got an idea on who's winning?" Daria asked as Fjolla moved her pawn to a4.

"You're being serious? White's obviously winning," Mimoko whispered back as Ionuț moved his pawn to b4.

"Hmm? Wanna bet?" Melisha sneered as she waltzed over while Fjolla moved her queen to d3.

Mimoko trembled as she continued to hide behind Daria, but would not back down from her prediction. "Yes, I believe White will win."

"In that case, anything other than a victory for White, and I shave you bald too," Melisha sneered as Ionuț captured the knight at c3 with his b-pawn.

"Oi, mind shutting up, you fucking bitch? I'm trying to win here. Check," Fjolla snarled as she captured the pawn at a6 with her queen.

"What do you mean!? You're not winning!" Ionuț fumed as he moved his king to b8.

"Maybe not yet, but she's close to it," Melisha angrily thought as Fjolla captured the pawn at c6 with her bishop, forcing Ionuț to capture said bishop with his d-pawn to avoid an instant checkmate.

But mate wasn't too far away as Fjolla captured the pawn at c3 with her b-pawn, opening up the b-file for her rook. Ionuț saw this and quickly moved his queen to e4 in hopes of preventing rook to b1, but that move ironically sealed his fate. Fjolla moved her bishop to b4, and for the first time during the game, Ionuț began to sweat as he realized things were dire.

"No! I need my perfect image fixed! I can't lose to this whore either!" he thought as he desperately moved his bishop to b4.

"Well aren't you over reliant on your bishop. Check," Fjolla snarled as she moved her bishop to a7.

"CEASE YOUR RAMBLINGS, WHORE! I'M A HOLY POLITICIAN, A SAVIOR OF THE WORLD!" Ionuț fumed as he moved his king to a8.

"No, you're a pathetic bastard. Check again," Fjolla scoffed as she moved her bishop to b6.

"YOU'RE ILLEGITIMATE YOU GANGSTER'S WHORE!" Ionuț shouted as he slammed his king down on b8.

Rage boiled up in Fjolla's eyes, but this time, she didn't let it consume her. After all, she was about to win, inching ever so closer to doing so after moving her queen to a7, delivering yet another check. On the other side of the board, color was beginning to vanish from Ionuț's face as he was forced to move his king to c8.

"No, no, NO! I'm perfect! I can't lose! She must be cheating!"

"I was watching the whole time, so were those two. Now shut up. I'm not happy about this either, but a deal's a deal," Melisha grumbled as she readied her hair clippers.

"Checkmate. You're dead if that shit doesn't grow my hair back," Fjolla snarled as she captured the pawn at c7 with her queen, winning the game.

Metal clamps sprung from Ionuț's chair, restraining his wrists and ankles as Fjolla got up and grabbed the supposed hair regrowth formula, applying it to her head and eyebrows. Much to her delight, her hair and eyebrows grew back, though they were just as blue as they had been before being shaved off.

"Well whatever, I can deal with the blue hair for a few more hours," Fjolla grumbled as she snagged the bottle of hair growth formula and stormed away with Yekta and Blerta in tow.

Daria and Mimoko also headed off as Mimoko didn't want to bear witness to the brutal hair removal makeover Ionuț was in for.

"RELEASE ME! I'M THE- MMPH!?"

"Like I said, I really HATE shaving men, unless they're of the femboy variety, which you sure as hell aren't, even with that high-pitched snobby voice of yours. Now, I'm going to make you suffer for subjecting me to this," Melisha snarled as she menacingly flicked on the hair clippers.

The full game:

White: Fjolla Gjonaj (1962) Black: Ionuț Bălașa (2490)

1. c3 e5

2. Qa4 Nc6

3. d4 exd4

4. cxd4 b5

5. Qd1 Qe7

6. Nf3 a6

7. g3 Nf6

8. Bg2 h6

9. d5 Nb4

10. O-O Bb7