A man walked down the sidewalk, phone in hand. He was in a back-and-forth argument with his sister, and she had instructed him to meet her at a specific apartment complex a few blocks away. He was on his way there. He stopped for a drink nearby, and when he came out he saw the building. It was old, seemingly abandoned. he saw a shadowy figure standing above him on the roof's ledge, texting.

A young girl stood on top of an old, abandoned apartment complex. Her phone was in her hand. She was in a back-and-forth argument with her brother, who had been involved in a mass killing the other day.. She decided, that day, her brother had to die for his actions. The victims consisted of normal folk, lined up, robbed, and killed. Burned later. Her tail swished back and forth through a puddle, splashing tiny little water droplets in all directions. She looked down to see her brother on the edge of the sidewalk, looking up at her. Her golden eyes flared with anger, a rage that had for too long been hidden within...

The man looked up to see his sister gone. He turned around to see a blur of redness before something slammed into his gut, knocking him into a wall. The wall caved in under the sheer force of the blow. Something went through his stomach, a sharp pain that escalated into pure agony. He tried to yell, but he was choked by blood as something else went through his throat. He looked up through tears of agony to see his sister, surrounded by a red, glowing aura. She stared down at him, then reached to the side and picked up a gasoline container, dumping it all over him. She lit it.

I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock. I stared at it for a moment, dazed. I knew full well it was a weekend, and quite the weekend at that. I hat recently been invited to a party/sleepover, hosted by a friend who I had last spoken to years ago. I kind of received the invitation with little to no explanation, or anything of that kind. Despite that, I was kind of happy about the whole thing, mainly because I wanted to see her again for the first time in years. So, I decided, Why not have some fun for a change? You've spent too much time being all angst-y and depressed about the whole brother issue. That made you a bit of a hero anyways, seeing as you avenged a bunch of innocent people's lives in the process. I sighed and slid out of bed, walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, stripped, and stepped in. Meanwhile, I thought about the party. The event started at 2:00 PM, and I had woken up around 9:45 AM. I had about six or seven hours to waste until I had to be there. I finished up in the shower and hopped out, much more relaxed. I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom. After a few minutes of pretty much nothing, my mother called from downstairs. "DIA!" I responded with the casual "YES?" Silence for a moment. I sighed and walked down the stairs, figuring it was just for breakfast. I got into the kitchen, when I remembered I was still wrapped in a towel. My mother came out of the back room, smiling. "Just breakfast." My mother was a tall, slim, and rather attractive woman of her mid 20's. (Just a short description for you.)

A plate was on the table, filled with a whole bunch of food. Bacon, fruits, chicken, toast, some strange french biscuit, and a bunch of other things. Needless to say, I was quite happy. After polishing off that giant pile of food, I walked upstairs and started getting dressed.

So far, so good.