The whispering wind pushed back her frizzy black hair. The city, usually buzzing with life was now silent. Dead. Nothing to be heard but the loud growling of her car speeding down its abandoned streets.
It was finally done, they'd taken over. Sophie flipped up a switch in the Bentley; music began to blare. She grinned, her gloved, blood stained hands gripping the steering wheel hard.
There was this addicting buzz bubbling up inside her, she craved more. more destruction, more power. Her reddish eyes glinted in the light of the moon; they had a sort of glaze over them. Pure, unadulterated hunger.
YOU ARE READING
Random snippets of my writing <3
Randomfor me to look back on. maybe I won't publish a real book but this is close enough.
