The jet was quick, but , Cindy Summer's was even quicker.
She stared up at the jet soaring high up in the clear blue sky, tracing its metallic body with her mind before using her telekinetic powers to crush the jet the same way a human crushes a can of coca-cola with their hands. A sadistic smile crept up on her pale face as the jet above went up in flames, before blowing up and scattering bits and pieces of metal into the sky, which then came crashing down like a meteor shower.
But jets were boring. The twisted 12-year old child preferred abusing her powers to crush the necks of innocent animals and afterwards, set their little bodies on fire. There was a sense of power and supremacy that she got from killing anything weaker than herself.
And speaking of killing anything weaker than herself, Cindy Summers walked down to Witchington City's Park all by herself, stalking a lonely and vulnerable mother whom was wheeling a baby in a stroller. Insider her pink backpack glittery backpack, Cindy had a half-empty gasoline tank and a box of matches. The more she thought about setting them on fire, the more the sick and twisted smile grew on her face
It was time for little Cindy to get to work.
