Snippet #1393345

Sabrena leans against a outside wall of some old building, shadows hiding her pretty well. She looks up and down the streets, expression blank. She had just got free for awhile. She wanted to spend it wisely, which to her was to torment others. Bree looked down on normal people, feeling that they were weaker than her. 'Anyone who break down and cries at a simple death is weak,' she thought to her self.
She sees someone walking down the street. She stares for a moment, wondering if she should cause them, trouble. They seemed...rushed, or busy sort of. Her eyes flicked to his face, and out of no where the guy falls to his knees, seething in pain. With one look away he's fine, and Bree walks away down the street, keeping near the shadows of buildings.
'Pathetic,' she thinks,' I barely did anything and it worked. No one should be that weak. Peoples emotions are so easily interfered with.' Bree gives a small grin, but it's not a happy one, it's more a distorted evil grin. Once she turns a corner, she goes back to leaning on a building.