Snippet #2632592

The garbage can next to Lucielle exploded as she screamed in rage, spilling burning trash and smoking garbage across the street. She arrived to her destination, only to find a small crowd gathered over a girl cupping her hand. The girl was wounded. Blood leaked profusely down her arm and pooled around her slightly on the ground.

An easy target, but little bloodshed, fire, or death to account for the sounds of gunfire and explosions she heard on her way over.

Drifting into the crowd, Lucielle slowly burned her way through until she reached the injured girl. A broken computer lied at her feet, but her attire didn't seem to really suit a computer repairman. Perhaps a thief? A vandal? Or a mishap?

Perhaps the girl on the ground knew. Knew where the fun was. Knew where the excitement was.

"Hey, girlie." Lucielle yelled, waiting for the girl to notice her. "Yeah you! Know where those explosions and such came from? Tell me quickly, and I won't kill you."

Not the most elegant of questions, but elegant wasn't Lucielle's style. Lucielle realized she was still waiting for an answer, and deemed it too long. Fire a lighting I her palms, she spoke again. "This motivate you to talk?"