Snippet #1820439

Jack sat cross-legged on a garbage can in an alley, her eyes closed and her mind focused. She was waiting for her prey which would be any person who went through the alley. Then she spotted him. Her ears perked as she heard the guy come closer and closer, oblivious to the danger in front of him. He only saw a small girl sitting on the trashcan, probably thinking she herself was trash. Jack then opened her eyes as a small piece of ice rose from the ground and trapped the man's legs and feet. He barely let out a sound before he was dead, a dagger stuck into his throat. She quickly melted the ice and caught his dead body as he fell, reaching into his bag and pockets and pulling out anything that was in them. She found a bit of money, a loaf of bread, and a single tea packet. She then noticed how richly he was dressed and smirked. "Tweedle Dee without his Tweedle Dum." She then walked out of the alley, pulled up her hood, and walked down the sidewalk. She ignored the scream from the alley as she searched for another place to hunt.