Kitty was a muffled cry in the distance drowned out by sirens and screams. All Wicked felt was the sensation of someone touching her and it triggered her survival mode.
This wasn't how she was going to die, she was stronger now. She could fight back. She grabbed a hold of Kitty's arm and and flipped her on to her back.
"This is OUR BLOCK!" A small army of ghosts sprung up behind her their soulless eyes trained on Kitty.