Selina was walking down a cold, deserted street. She heard the rain fall around her, enjoying the beat it made when it hit the ground. As she drew further down the street, she heard music of some sort – ballet music. She took her hands out of her pockets and broke into a run, drawing closer to the sound of music. She saw a tall silhouette doing a sort of ballet dance in the moonlight, she moved closer, trying not to make herself heard. The figure looked strangely out of proportion, she thought. "Hello?" she said in a trembled voice. The figure stopped dancing like a pansy. "Who's there?" said a high, cold voice. "Uh... Selina Starfire...". There was a moment of silence, then high, cold laughter. "Oooh, gurl. I thought you were one o' ma homeboys. She let out a nervous laugh, "So... What's your name?" she asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. "Me? Oh... You know. Lord Voldemort..." the cold voice replied. Selina screamed and fell to the ground, twitching and screaming to be in the presence of such highness. She screamed and screamed, though the 'tch' could still be heard over her screams. "GIRL, WILL YOU CALM YO' SHIT. FUCK'S SAKE." Said Voldemort. "Dumb bitch." And with that, Voldemort turned into a bat and landed on Selina's crotch, returning to his normal self. "I'MA FUCK YOU SO HARD, YOU GON' FORGET YO' NAME... SELINA." Voldemort screeched...
Selina then woke up, sweaty and breathing heavily.
