As soon as Wanda was free, her fingers blazed and water began to drip and then flood from the ceiling midway down the hallway. Wanda rose a few feet into the air, hovering and concentrating as a sparking wire snaked from above to splash into the pooling water. There were roars of pain and several of the corpses smoked as they fell. The smell was horrific. The screeches were horrific. The scene was horrific, and yet, Wanda watched the massacre with some satisfaction. Proof that she wasn't just a frightened little girl sneaking through dark hallways and hoping that nothing went bump in the night.