Atropos Belladonna perched atop one of the shorter skyscrapers in Highrise City. She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with fresh air, and then exhaled it all in a preparatory sigh. Gathering herself, she leapt from her vantage point, and began her descent, keeping her eyes on the approaching ground. It was a night like any other.
As she fell, she gathered telekinetic energy below her, pushing on the air beneath her falling figure. The force of the telekinetic energy pushed away from her, and caused all the windows in the building behind her to shatter into fragments as she passed by them. Atropos was attempting to use her telekinetic ability to make herself freely airborne, and able to fly, but was so far unsuccessful. The telekinesis she gathered served to slow her down, slightly, but did little else. The ground was quickly rising towards her, and before she could do anything about it, she crashed hard onto the roof of a car parked on the street. Her fall had been slowed down enough that she didn't break any bones, but she ached all over and had a few deep wounds.
Atropos climbed down from the crumpled roof of the vehicle, dripping deep indigo blood onto the ground from a cut in her arm. She brushed herself off, and wiped away the blood on her arm. The slash underneath the blood was nearly healed already. Atropos wandered dizzily into the street, struggling to keep her balance and stay on her feet. Twice she fell over and had to stand herself back up. A car driving down the street had to swerve around her, honking its horn the whole while. Atropos glanced at the vehicle as it drove away, horn blaring. The car's windows suddenly exploded, and its tires burst into shreds. Although she couldn't see it from where she was, she knew that a particularly large shard of glass from one of the car's windows had embedded itself into the driver's forehead. Atropos then looked away and continued across the road.
On the other side of the street, Atropos entered a busy Chinese restaurant. She was quite hungry and could do for some food. She lacked money, like usual, but that never stopped her before. She made her way behind the counter, toward the kitchen. One of the employees noticed her and told her she wasn't allowed back here. Atropos simply reached out her hand towards the man, and ropes of darkness suddenly extended themselves and wrapped around the man's face. The black tentacles twisted the man's head all the way around, and then tossed the body through the restaurant's front window, onto the sidewalk. The shattering window, and the body flying through it, alerted the rest of the building that something strange was going on, and the restaurant became a panic.
Atropos continued into the kitchen. A chef tried to stop her, but she grabbed him by the neck. Small claws extended from her fingers, piercing the chef's flesh and injecting some of Atropos' dark blood into the man. His veins began to run thick and dark, spreading up his face and down his neck. As blood vessels in his eyes burst, black blood covered the surface of his eyeballs and dark tears ran down his face. Black blood began to drip from his nose as well, and finally, as he died, it began to pour from his mouth as he coughed and choked out his last breath of air. Atropos removed her hand, and the corpse dropped limply to the linoleum floor.
Seeing this, everyone else quickly fled the kitchen through the back door. Atropos found some tasty looking General Tso's chicken, freshly cooked and ready to be served to whoever had ordered it. She helped herself to the food, finishing it off with a glass of soda poured from the soda fountain. She couldn't decide which kind she wanted, so she put a little bit of everything in the glass. Lastly, before she left the kitchen, she found a fortune cookie. She cracked it open, ate it, and then read the small slip of paper that had been inside. It read
"Fate looks favorably upon you."