Beautifully Insane

"I'm more dangerous than you take me for." She smirked wickedly.

He took a step back, now regretting his decision of threatening the beauty in front of him.

"Doesn't seem like you could do much dear." He called her out.

She rose her arm straight ahead, her hand open before her fingers curled into her palm, making the man begin to choke.

Air was being sucked from his lungs, his throat closing up and he clutched it, as in someway to try and stop himself from dying.

"Oh, that won't do much for you." She cooed before twisting her wrist quickly, snapping his neck, declaring him dead.

She scoffed, walking to his body and kicking it so it laid on its back. She kneeled to the ground and grabbed his face with one hand, squeezing his cheeks lightly.

"Such a pretty face. What a waste, not for my friends of course." She stood up, towering over the body and whistled

Dozen of yellow dots appeared in the darkness, her eye shone of violet.
Beautifully Insane is what she created of me.