Geelie felt somewhat deflated. She'd so been looking forward to killing these three, but now that it was at hand, it was hard to remember why she was even bothering. None of them was afraid, not really. Fear, real fear, that's what made her kills so much fun.
Lately, though, she had to admit, her kills had been lacking a certain something.
Maybe it was time to sleep again. Surely, after a few years, things would be better when she woke.
Geelie sighed, dousing the flames with a thought. She should take care of these three first, though.
Geelie, love.