Snippet #2114178

Miriana stepped into the 24 hour corner shop, her mind set on one thing. Usually she hated these types of places but the blood of the man before still left a beautiful taste in her throat and she needed a drink. She sighed at the over enthusiastic music playing throughout the store. What ever happened to the sound of silence? Snatching up a bottle of bleach, she turned and began to walk out of the shop.


"You have to pay for that!" She hadn't noticed the shop keeper until now, he stood behind the counter, his fear of her evident on his face. Continuing to walk out of the establishment, she didn't pay any attention to him as he began shouting at her. How dare he? Didn't he know who she was? She had just reached the dark street when she heard the click. Turning around she glared at the small man stood in the shop doorway, shotgun in had, aimed at her. She let out a low malicious chuckle.

"I'm warning you!". His voice trembled as he spoke, the gun wavered in his trembling hands. Once more she turned away and continued forwards, the bottle of bleach still tightly held in her left hand. The world seemed to slow down as she heard him pull the trigger, the loud bang and the whoosh as the bullet flew towards her. Snapping around to face the bullet, that travelled towards her slowly she concentrated her thoughts on heating up the powder inside. The bullet exploded with a little flame and she smiled in satisfaction. The shop keeper looked at her, shock and mind blowing fear caused him to take a step backwards. He threw the gun down, obviously realising it was of no use, before disappearing inside and slamming shut the door.

Slipping the lid off of the bottle, Miriana took a long swig of the bleach. The chemical burning her throat as it quenched her thirst. Screwing the cap back on she continued up the street, stopping briefly to concentrate intently on the little store behind her. She didn't turn when the explosion sounded, nor when pieces of debris flew past her. No she didn't have time to stop and glance back at the damage she had caused. Her instincts were telling her to get to the airport.

She had a plane to catch.