At the very peak of the Galandi Company stood a girl in her late teens, a furious wind made her light brown hair whip the air. Either side of her body, her hands dripped blood. Eyes, a deep red, stared out and watched the sunset in the distance. The wind's fury made her black and white striped shirt plaster itself against her angelic body and her blue jeans seemed barely able to keep themselves intact, ripped and torn everywhere, the soft skin of her legs was clearly visible through dead material.

“Hold it right there!” Shouted a male voice standing behind her, she smiled gently on the ledge of the building and with military precision, calculated the distance from her to the ground. “Thought you could get away with this didn’t you?” the stranger spat, a bitter tang of humour edged in his voice, excited about the victory. “What the hell is going on?"

The girl spoke with not one but two voices, the voice of an innocent girl and the other, the deep tone of a man filled with malice.
“My intentions are simple” she said gently.
“Simple?” He croaked,
“Well look around”.
The man edged his eyes from corner to corner; the gun that he clasped between his dirt clogged fingernails remained focused on the girl. Dead bodies of friends, co-workers and security guards lay scattered around him. Each eye cried to him, wide open, staring as though scared into a horrible death. “And what about it?” he spattered in an attempt to stay strong. The man wore a blue cotton shirt with black pin striped pants and polished black shoes, the basic work uniform of the lower class workers in the Galandi Company. Each armpit was patched with sweat and his ear length black hair hugged his face. The gun no longer remained steady and sure of its target. “All I want is your life, it’s not that important to you is it?” She sang merrily, spinning round to face him in what seemed like a dance. She tilted her head to the side, like a puppy in deep thought, and stared at him for a number of moments, her teeth visible behind a huge smile.
“Why have you killed so many?
A childish giggle escaped from the child, “I’m cleansing the world is all, you must all die for your sins” as the last syllable left her mouth the girl gently raised her right hand. Blood still dripped from the tips of her fingers. Her palm saluted the sun and her wrist carefully rested upon her bottom lip. In the centre of her hand, a silver ball bearing lay at rest. As she curled her lips the man’s hands slowly fell beside his body and gun fell from his fingers and clattered to the rooftop. Gently she blew at the ball bearing in her palm and it blasted away from her at bullet speed, straight through the centre of the man’s head. Breathing back in, she raised her head to the heavens and the bearing altered its course, flying back and bursting through the man's chest. Eyes wide, the man fell to his knees and then, with one last breath of air, he fell face first to the ground. Inches from the girls breasts, the ball bearing hovered in the air. Raising her right hand she gently took the ball bearing and placed it in a small metal container about the size of a cigarette packet. She then placed it in her pocket and giggled heartily.

BOOM! The exit door at the top of the building flew from its rusted hinges with an almighty crash, giving birth to a team of ten geared up policemen. They charged the rooftop with instinctive, well practiced movements, kneeled in a line in the centre of the rooftop and aimed their guns at their target.

“Fire at will!” screamed the commanding officer from behind them. Each shot bathed the men in light as the bullet soared from the barrel of the gun, flying through the air, then falling as it was pulled down to the ground in front of the girl by an invisible barrier. As each man blasted his final bullet, and the gun clicked to signal its emptiness, the girl began to smile once again. A silver pile of bullets lay on the ground, separating her and the men. As each man threw their empty cartridge to the ground and began to reload their gun, the girl raised her hands out to her sides as though crucified. At that instant the world was bathed orange as the sun just began to finally set behind her. She fell, without fear of the consequences, backwards from the top of the building, in mid motion clicking her fingers. The pile of bullets exploded in a fury engulfing the men in flames and shattering windows as it rushed over the sides of the building, all the while the girl fell to the ground, debris racing past her. Her hair brushed the windows of the building as she neared the pavement. Five meters from the ground the girl spread her legs shoulder width apart and screamed. A giant bubble of strange energy surrounded her, outlined with a golden surface, completely clear yet so bright that it hurt the eyes. The ground and the wall of the building caved in around the sphere and with an almighty push, the girl hurtled down an almost never-ending street and out of sight.