InsaneJournal

Who: Meg Masters, and some poor sap she meets.
What: Fun! Well...her version of it, at least.
Where: The basement of one of the wrecked buildings.
When: When everyone is dealing with Glory and her minions.
Rating: High. Not for the faint of heart.
Status: Complete.

Meg was bored. Very bored. She'd been lying low enough for quite sometime, and she was growing restless...and restless wasn't something that Meg did very well. She wanted to have some fun, and what better time to do it when everyone else was busy taking care of the woman that they'd been griping about for the past couple of weeks?

It was so easy, too. Meg went out to one of the local bars, just pretending to be a girl looking for a good time...and she found it. She didn't get his name, but it didn't matter. She got a couple of drinks in him, and before she knew it, his hands were all over her, and he couldn't seem to stop kissing her...and the moment Meg said "Let's go back to my place", she knew that she had the poor sucker wrapped around her little finger.

Instead of leading him back to her place, she took him to one of the abandoned buildings that looked like it had definitely seen better days.

"...This doesn't look like your place..." He said, his eyes shifting as she lead him down the stairs to the basement.

"Where's your sense of adventure?" She asked, turning her head over her shoulder to grin at him. "I promise...I'll hold you tight if you get scared."

He laughed, a little uneasy. "If you say so..."

"It'll be fun," Meg said, "I promise...you'll have the time of your life."

She pressed her lips against his the second they reached the basement, practically shoving him against the wall. He was so wrapped up in kissing her, exploring her body with his hands, and trying to get her naked, that he didn't even notice when she pulled a knife out from her person...and stabbed him in the shoulder.

"What the fuck?!" He cried out in pain, staring at her.

Meg's eyes went black. "So...you don't like it rough, then?"

"What the hell is wrong with you, lady?" He went to run up the stairs, to try and get someone to save him from this psycho woman.

Meg sighed, casually flinging him across the room with a wave of her hand. "What a pity," she said. "I was hoping that you wouldn't be such a baby."

"Just stay...just stay away from me!"

"And here I was going to have a little fun with you," Meg said. "I don't think I want to have fun with you anymore. You're boring."

And with a gesture of her hand, she snapped the man's neck.

Her eyes returned to brown as she walked over to the corpse. She kicked his lifeless body. "Meatbags can be such babies," she muttered. "He could have at least screamed a little more for me."

Meg sighed, retrieving her knife and using the man's shirt to wipe the blood off. She stuck it back in her pocket before making her way up the stairs and out the building. While the man might have been a whiny little baby, at least she had some fun.

...She might have to have some fun again soon, actually.