InsaneJournal

Red was sat on the back of a bench, fingers curled around the wood, booted feet resting on the seat. A bright, giddy grin was splashed across her features. She was doing her best to keep herself contained - it was very tempting to just let the part of her that wasn't human (Or at least, wasn't the part that was like a human) to escape, wrap itself around this little world He'd created and let it tear itself apart. The effort of keeping herself in check was obvious - there was a light sheen of swear across her skin, and her eyes seemed to be burning in their sockets. Red shook waves of scarlet hair back from her face and let a pink tongue dart out to moisten bright red lips. Her fingers curled tighter around the wood, the tendons in the backs of her hands standing out like ropes.

The locals were making their way down the street in a beautiful, chaotic, heaving crowd. Red laughed - a sound like machine gun fire - and crossed one long leg over the other to watch. They seemed to notice her, perched as she was on the top of the bench. Behind her, the park stretched out, interrupted by the dark shadows of trees. The dying light glinted off the lake a distance away. Red seemed to burn against the dark, a blot of blood red in the gloom, and the crowd made its way towards her.

They were brilliant. Her grin widened, and Red balanced her chin in the cup of her palm as they approached, feeling the anger and the energy wash off the mass of locals and over her, until she was almost drunk from it. She could get used to this. There was so much energy here, it could keep her going for months. She could twist them, manipulate this whole place until it was burnt to the ground. It'd be completely beautiful.

But it wasn't her reality, wasn't her world. She was sure people - powerful beings, not those idiots whining and bitching on the network - would have something to say about it if she let this thing have the full benefit of her influence. Still, she hadn't been able to resist giving them a little nudge into full on violence. After all, the children who had been taken to this place alongside her seemed to be having such fun telling her to shut up, she might as well give them a decent reason for their whining.

And anyway, it wouldn't kill them to learn some manners.

So Red watched and did her best to hold herself back, allowing the crowd of furious locals to swarm around her. A few tried to hurt her, using fists and who knew what else, but Red just smiled and waved their attacks away. Eventually she got tired of not being able to see what else was going on through her crowd of attackers, so she got to her feet, picked up the red sword that had appeared seemingly from nowhere, and walked through them to see what else was going on down the street. Behind her, everything escalated.