Blurbs for if you want a quick read.

Gunshots

Lykke Li - Gunshot

I'm using a writing prompt. The writing prompt is written down below:

Gunshots: Gunshots went off and people started screaming while the woman next to me took no notice, as if she had expected it to happen...

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Gunshots went off and people started screaming while the woman next to me took no notice, as if she had expected it to happen. She sat on the plane quietly, reading her book, her strawberry blonde hair tied up in a tidy bun, and her hazel eyes skimming over the pages. Without looking away from her book, she unbuckled her seat-belt, standing up and turning towards the shooter, a middle-aged man who looked dirty and disheveled. He held a revolver, shooting at anybody he could. He shot at the woman, the bullet cutting through her book and towards her face. 

She caught the bullet centimeters from her face, slamming her book shut and dropping the bullet on the ground, "Did you really just ruin my book? I was reading that." The shooter seemed bewildered as the woman walked up to him, shaking her finger in his face like she was scolding a child, "I've been alive since the before cavemen, and you humans have been nothing annoying little flesh-bags. You guys killed me twice during wars, burned me to death five times during the witch trials, and hung me three other times, and then you try to shoot me!" 

Her voice had raised to a roar. "God, you don't know how much I want to shove your still beating heart into your mouth and force you to eat it before you die! I'm tired of this, you mortals are the most self-absorbed, rude, revolting little pieces of-" She was interrupted by the shooter shooting at her again, the bullet flying through her head, the ground behind her speckled with pieces of her skull, brain, and puddles of blood. 

She snarled, "You see, this is what I'm talking about. Why do you still have ears? It's not like you ever use them!" She smacked the shooter, grabbing his wrist and twisting his arm until it snapped, taking the gun from him and, gripping the barrel of the gun, shoved it towards him, steam rising from the cracks in her fingers and the metal of the gun seemed to liquefy in her grip, "Do you know how much work this makes for me? I already have to collect hundreds of souls a day from the humans who die of old age without you jerks running around killing each other!"

The shooter, as well as most other on the plane, stared at her with terrified expressions. Her teeth had grown sharp, as well as most of her facial features, and ivory horns grew back from her temple. She spread leathery white wings as she roared, ears becoming pointed, "Don't you have any brain cells in that thick skull of yours?!"

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I might add on this further another time.