"No killing, no killing, no killing...." Sway repeated the mantra to herself over and over. She played with the handle of her knife that she got past security. An easy time freeze and she walked right in and made herself at home. The first thing she did was look for Creed and positioned herself where she could watch him do what he did so beautifully. Ah, it turned her on just to think about what was to come. Wearing striped leggings, a miniskirt and a peasant top, Sway looked the part of some typical teenaged misfit. She looked at everyone around her in fascination, picking out ones that struck her fancy. Like the one in all that red. Or the cute little blonde. There were so many to choose from here. But she couldn't kill them.
No, it was Creed's show. She was here to support, maybe terrorize an audience member or two or twenty. And make sure some other crazy psycho killing bitch didn't come along and try to steal his twisted heart.