Downtown: fire and blood and games, oh my!
The smell of gasoline was strong, here. It made sense - she’d doused the entire building with it, after all. No one had stopped her - but then again, nobody had been able to, lightsaber and lightning and bare hands tearing them apart. Blood had gotten all over her, she was practically up to her elbows in it.
She liked the smell of gasoline, she decided.
The slick red on her hands was smearing all over the lighter she was playing with.
One person inside was still alive on this floor. Multi-level shopping center, she’d picked the perfect building, slipped up to the top floor - it would burn and collapse and everyone inside would die, because she’d already made sure the fire alarms weren’t working correctly. Demon powers and Force powers were a wonderful combination, she never wanted to lose this. She never would, if she could help it but if she had to lose it, she would, if it meant staying up here where there’s air and water and peace, not endless screaming and fire and misery.
Click, spark.
Click. Spark.
She’d given that Clark boy three minutes, and then waited another two. Five whole minutes, and she was getting impatient. She wanted to go play, now. Everyone else was getting started.
It was time.
Inside her head, their head, Jaina was silent, now. Withdrawn as far as she could go, but not far enough to really get away from anything. She’d made sure Jaina would see what they could do together, made sure the Jedi got to see all the fun they could have together. She’d made sure Jaina could see while she tore strips of skin away from muscle, made sure she could hear the wonderful sounds it made, the screams from the man she was playing with. He was still tied up, off to the side, watching with glassy, terrified eyes.
“I think I’ll miss you,” she told him, crouching down to his level, smiling with Jaina’s lips, reaching out Jaina’s free hand to paint a bloody streak across his forehead, down his cheek, a red handprint on his shoulder when she dropped her hand to rest there.