"The man we buried is back and knocking...Yes, I'm sure...OK, if you're sure." Lisa replied, hanging up the phone.

In horror, Lisa looked towards the door. She had hoped that the world had moved on, but clearly their overpowering ignorance had brought him back and put him in power. Cautiously, she peered through the spy hole again, wanting to make sure that she wasn't having some horrible nightmare. It was definitely him, he was still wearing the same old clothes as he had four years ago, and the heady scent of death still lingered all around him, if the odious smell that leaked through the door and buried itself in her nostrils was anything to go by. She knew that it was useless to prolong the inevitable confrontation; if she didn't answer, he would simply have someone knock it down. Lisa was also in no doubt that her quiet little home was surrounded by his permafrost officers; he didn't have the testicular fortitude to come all the way here without his parasites. Slowly she unlocked the door, opening it wide to reveal the rotund shape of her arch nemesis standing on her porch with his smarmy shit eating smile.

"You thought you'd seen the last of me, didn't you?"

"I thought they would have had more sense than to bring you back, yes."

"You underestimated me, my dear girl." he replied, pushing his way inside.

"You, never, the public obviously." Lisa replied as she shut the door.

He thumped his hefty out of out-of-shape self into her best chair, the ornate legs creaking under his weight while he took in her small apartment with an overly haughty attitude. Lisa sat silently in the chair opposite, silently waiting and refusing to give him anything to fight against.

"I didn't come alone, you know." he informed her arrogantly.

"Perhaps, but you came in here alone."

"You wouldn't dare do anything to me, you'd never get out alive."

"And your point is?" Lisa needled, matching his confidence.

A look of uncertainty passed over his face, but he quickly replaced it with his usual air of arrogance and defiance.

"You got rid of me once, but this time I'm not going anywhere, I'm here to stay."

"If you say so."

"I just did! People like you shouldn't be allowed a say." he blustered, brimming over with frustration and prodding a finger in her direction.

"People like me? Do you not mean to say that women shouldn't be allowed a say? Go on and admit it. We all know how you feel about women, LGBTQ+, immigrants...Actually anyone who isn't white and rich is on your shit list."

His brain buffered for a moment, searching for a soundbite that didn't exist because no one had given him it yet. Lisa laughed, perhaps it was simply because he wasn't used to being challenged so directly and by a woman, no less.

"You're wrong, of course, I don't care about their colour," he replied sincerely.

A raucous laugh escaped from her, marvelling at his audacity that he really thought that not caring about colour constituted a viable and legitimate defence of his numerous prejudices.

"So, if you are all so knowing, what are you doing here? You could have simply had me picked up and shipped off to somewhere off-grid, much like you have done to countless others."

"I wanted to see the person who thought they had got rid of me face to face. In truth, I wanted to laugh in your face."

"Truth?! Come on, can you not even admit it now that a woman got the better of you?" Lisa snorted derisively, baiting him to anger.

"You won't this time, it's just you and me and no witnesses."

"That works both ways." Lisa laughed

Frustrated, he unwedged himself from the chair and began to pace the room. She was right, her and others like her had killed him off, taken his power even when he tried to wrestle it back from them. In his head, he raged about the women, the gay people, the lefties, the immigrants; they were the ones to blame for everything, every failure, and every loss.

"Don't tell me a great man such as yourself is stuck for something to say?"

"When I leave here, I only have to give the word, and they will arrest you. Then I'll have everyone who has dared to oppose me taken too, all of them! Every last single one of you renegades will be gone; only then will I be able to govern this magnificent country effectively," he pontificated with the assurance of a child.

"If by effectively you mean running it into the ground unchecked, then yes, I'm sure you will be quite good at that," Lisa smirked sarcastically.

"I'm a great ruler, look at the legacy I left when I was last in power. What more evidence do you need?"

Lisa smiled as he blustered and paced her small living room, his face getting redder with every word as he tried in vain to justify himself to her.

"All you left was a legacy of oppression and hate, an economy on the brink of failure, and the pockets of your rich friends lined with enough money to help every single person in need. Is that what you are so proud of?"

" I am the greatest..." he began, his words being cut short by a sharp snap of glass as a lone bullet cracked her pristine window.

The room was silent as his body crumpled to the floor with a squishy thud, blood immediately pooling onto her thick carpet. Lisa looked to the window, the sun setting in the distance, and knew that her nightmare was just beginning. In moments, her home was filled with permafrost agents, men in black suits, and dozens of unidentifiable others followed them inside. They shouted and fought over who would get the first crack at interrogating her, all the while she sat smiling as she stared at the thick pool of viscous blood that leaked from his head onto her thick carpet.