A little piece of story vomit
She wakes up and puts her necklace on. Gets ready for the day.
After dressing herself all in black she steps out into the night. Tonight she will claim her birth right. Tonight, she will be destruction.
She walks the street grinning and licking her lips. She's ready.
She walks to a Gas station pays the cashier for some gas and starts, quickly, to paint the concrete with the liquid. Quickly she lights the puddle and quickly she moves away.
The flames envelope the gas station more slowly than she had hoped and there was no huge explosion. Gas probably got delivered today.
She moves on down the street and sees a hospital.
"Perfect" She grins to herself.
Walking into the emergency room she sees so many people who's time has come. She pulls out her Khanda, her sword, and starts to mow through the people. Young and old alike fall before her blade. She licks the blood off her hands and smiles.
The orderlies try to stop her but they fall as well.
In a room she finds a supply of oxygen tanks. She laughs to herself that this would be perfect.
She opens all the nozzles and leaves her lighter lit in front of the door.
Once outside the hospital she climbs to the top of a building to watch the destruction.
Ash falls around her like rain.
People say that names have power and her parents did not believe it. Kali does, tho. She believes her name has made her.
A man walks toward her. He is covered in ashes and has sorrowful eyes.
When Kali sees him she knows she needs none other. He is obviously her beloved ash covered Shiva.
He raises a gun and shoots her between the eyes, like a bhindi it sits as she dies.
John Smith doesn't believe in the power of names but he does believe in the power of guns.
It's crap, really. But it's an idea I had and wanted to get it out.