PROLOG
Seven thirty p.m. A figure slipped silently in the shadows towards a small department store. She pulled the hood over her head and pushed the door open.
A small bell rang overhead, announcing her arrival. The shopkeeper turned to her.
"What can I do for you, miss?" he asked.
The girl walked over to the liqueur shelf and pulled down a bottle of black label and a bottle of green label. She walked over to the clerk and placed it on the counter before him.
"You're a bit young, aren't you?" he asked.
Under her hood, a dangerous smile slowly formed. She placed a gloved hand against the wall and a shot of electricity surged upwards, knocking the security cameras out. She extended her hand and motioned for him to empty out the register.
A bolt of electric blue energy formed between her hands. It cackled threateningly.
The clerk gave in and emptied out the cash register. The teen-aged girl took it and placed it into her bag, along with the two bottles of liqueur.
"Hands up! Police!" a voice from behind her called.
The teenager searched the shelves for anything she might find the least bit interesting.
"I said hands up!" the police officer repeated. Again he was answered with silence.
The girl reached into her bag.
The officer, assuming she would pull a gun on him, fired his own.
A sharp pain shot through her shoulder. The teenaged girl pressed her fingers on the wound and looked at the blood. Her eyes glowed green with hatred.
"Silly boy," she whispered playfully.
The night was filled with painful howls as the department store was swallowed up by the blue energy.
Seven thirty p.m. A figure slipped silently in the shadows towards a small department store. She pulled the hood over her head and pushed the door open.
A small bell rang overhead, announcing her arrival. The shopkeeper turned to her.
"What can I do for you, miss?" he asked.
The girl walked over to the liqueur shelf and pulled down a bottle of black label and a bottle of green label. She walked over to the clerk and placed it on the counter before him.
"You're a bit young, aren't you?" he asked.
Under her hood, a dangerous smile slowly formed. She placed a gloved hand against the wall and a shot of electricity surged upwards, knocking the security cameras out. She extended her hand and motioned for him to empty out the register.
A bolt of electric blue energy formed between her hands. It cackled threateningly.
The clerk gave in and emptied out the cash register. The teen-aged girl took it and placed it into her bag, along with the two bottles of liqueur.
"Hands up! Police!" a voice from behind her called.
The teenager searched the shelves for anything she might find the least bit interesting.
"I said hands up!" the police officer repeated. Again he was answered with silence.
The girl reached into her bag.
The officer, assuming she would pull a gun on him, fired his own.
A sharp pain shot through her shoulder. The teenaged girl pressed her fingers on the wound and looked at the blood. Her eyes glowed green with hatred.
"Silly boy," she whispered playfully.
The night was filled with painful howls as the department store was swallowed up by the blue energy.