What was my inspiration for this little tidbit? The summary of China Croix Midnight Wanderer's Disturbing Past: Raven wasn't always on the good side...She was a naughty little girl...

Hated the story, but the summary gave me an idea…

The pale girl blushed, as she slipped off her clothes to get dressed in her costume. It was a dark, micro-miniskirt and a short tank top of the same color that was just long enough to fold under her breasts. She bent down and pulled on her black high heel crisscrossing strapped shoes. Finally, she stood back up and brushed her short lavender hair before walking out to greet catcalls and whistles.

"Ow!" One man shouted. "Yeah, baby! You coming home with me!"

She cleared her mind, and began her dance routine, making her way over to the pole. She took it in her hands and started grinding her hips against it, every so often pushing her self backwards quickly, flipping her skirt and giving the boys a show, making them howl louder.

'Idiots,' She thought bitterly, but continued her show.

A brave (or idiotic) man reached up to place a few dollar bills in her skirt, but she skillfully avoided his hand by turning around at the last moment, her leg going over his head and her heel scraping across his back.

"Oh, I'm sorry," She said not sounding sorry at all, a smirk lining her features. "Did I get you?"

The men around her howled with more vigor and the man looked up at her smiling. "Yeah, you did, but I got a free show out of it, so it was worth it."

The girl smiled seemingly kindly at him, her purple eyes closed. The man still smiled at her, unaware of what was coming next. Her false smile broadened and she took her leg up, as if to show him her panties again, and the mans grin broadened. Now, imagine his surprise, and all the other men's, when she kicked him in the face.

"Hope you enjoyed that show, you pervert." She said dryly to the man on the floor with a bloody nose, now unconscious. The men stared at her before they howled with a new enthusiasm.

A sharp beep rang through the place, signifying the end of her dance. She walked down the catwalk, her hands held out on either side of her, palms up.

The men that knew her, and a few that didn't but were fast learners, slipped the money they would have put in her skirt in her hands as she walked by them.

She stepped out into the cool, crisp night air and took a deep breath. She was now dressed in a loose jean skirt that fell to right above her knees, deep violet tank top, and a black, open zip-up hoodie.

She took another deep breath, only to have this one forced out of her as she was slammed up against the door.

"You think that was funny?" The man from before hissed in her face. "Huh, do you? Huh?!"

Black spots formed in her vision as her head hit the wall when he began shaking her.

"I'll show you funny," He hissed, hand sliding up her skirt. "I'll show you something so funny, you'll be crying."

"Don't touch me!" She snapped, suddenly struggling violently.

"Oh, so you don't like to be touched, eh?" He arched his back quickly against her, and she struggled harder.

"Don't touch me!" She yelled.

"Oh, but, baby, that's no fun."

"Don't touch me!" She screamed, and black energy erupted from her.

The man lay on the ground, not moving… not breathing…nothing…

She looked at her hands in horror. "I…I killed him…"