Re: first floor somewhere
It wasn't just her weakness. This body was tougher than it looked. It was skinny, and the blows still hit. They stunned him, blood was drawn, yet the body held on. He wanted this boy permanently. There was magic here, and people with super powers. Maybe he'd find some way to body snatch for real. He'd miss his own, it was far superior in looks and style, but he gave it up for feeling invincible. She put up a good fight, he had to credit her with that. She was no weakling, and another time that might be enough for him to pat her on the head and move on. He failed miserably at being 'good.' Her pain woke up that excited part of him. He wouldn't call himself a natural born killer, but maybe it was there.
The thrashing was returned at first, and he was stronger than her, so he got the upper hand. These powers came to him when he was in danger, and now he was maintaining it, temporarily. Long enough to see if they went more. He was on the edge. He could walk away. Leave her to suffer and die with time, or get help, or finish it now. This was supposed to be over. The hotel cleared it all away. No one could hold him responsible. He hesitated when she looked helpless and pained on the ground, thinking of what his moral conscience in the form of a woman would say.
Then she swore at him, and his ego was set off. He did hate being spoken back to. The least she could do was beg for her life. His eyes went cold. She had her chance. "You're going to die," he said coldly. Burning was a harsh way to go. He could make it fast, her screams were high pitched, and they made him nervous, and then made him smile. He wanted to walk close, have her look at him an inch away when he tore her life from her. But he wouldn't take the chance to get within touch again. He was too smart.
He gathered up the heat he created, he swung it around and it coupled with light and then with fire. Fire. He shot it mercilessly down on her, hoping for more screams. For her to scream until her time was up. He would stay and watch and enjoy every last second of it. It was an indulgence he got so rarely, and maybe he was getting a taste for it.