The Sun rose above the horizon, shining into Atropos' closed eyes, waking her up. She opened up her eyes and blinked a couple of times, wondering where she was. Looking around, she realized she was in the middle of an alley between two gray brick buildings. She was lying on the ground, on the hard dark asphalt, next to an old rusted metal trash bin. A gentle movement of psychokinesis lifted her off the ground and set her down on her feet. Atropos used her gloved hands to brush herself off, and then stretched herself out for a bit. Her knit cap was sitting on the ground and she bent down to pick it up and shake it off. Standing up again, she pulled the hat over her unkempt hair.

Using telekinesis she performed a classic Mario move, jumping between the two walls of the alley, and pulled herself onto the roof of the five story building. She walked over to the ledge surrounding the edge of the roof, and balanced herself on top of it. Looking over the busy city of people, Atropos took a deep breath of the polluted urban air. Cars were driving by on the street below, a few of the drivers noticing her and continuing on with disinterest. Atropos loved the city. The people, the cars, the buildings, even the air. The business, the bustle, the chaos, especially the chaos. She took another deep breath, and then started to walk along the ledge, holing her arms straight out for balance. She didn't need to use her arms for balance like most humans, since she could balance herself with psychokinesis, but Atropos had found that many things were more interesting without telekinesis; using it was almost like cheating.

Nearing the edge of the building, Atropos quickened her pace so she could make a running leap onto the next building. Unfortunately her foot, fit inside an unwieldy boot, slipped and missed the edge of the building. Before she knew it, Atropos was falling down again. She fell great distances at least once a day, either because of some silly mistake or reckless action she made, or on purpose (occasionally). She softened the relatively short five story fall by wrapping a dense bubble of air around herself, which burst on contact with the ground and absorbed a great deal of the force from falling. The bursting telekinetic bubble had to release the force somewhere, and the blast of air that radiated from Atropos shattered a few nearby windows and knocked over a pedestrian. The pedestrian got to his feet, wondering if the person who'd just fallen off the roof was alright.

He looked down at Atropos, who was staring up at the sky, trying to figure out what shape the cloud above her had taken. When he blocked the sky from her view, she looked at the man. "You alright?" he asked.

"Me? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," she said. The man didn't seem quite convinced, and continued to stand above her. He raised an eyebrow, pulled at his short little beard with his thick fingers, and then offered a hand to help her up. Atropos glanced at the hand and stared at it for a minute.

"You sure you're fine? I mean, didn't you just fall from that there building? I can take you to the hospital if you want," the man said.

Atropos took his hand, and he helped her up. "No. I'm fine," she said, gripping his hand especially hard before releasing it.

"Ow!" the man said, shaking his hand. The veins on his arm grew darker as he did, spreading up towards his shoulder. "You need to cut your nails, girl." Atropos didn't say anything, and started walking away down the sidewalk, leaving the man behind her. Just as she turned around the corner, the man began convulsing and fell to the ground, the venom taking effect. In a few moments, all that would be left is a dead body and a pool of thick black blood. Atropos chuckled under her breath, and drew the claws back into her hand. First kill of the day (not counting the motel she'd burned down shortly after midnight last night) and certainly not the last.

~ <&c.> ~

Noon was fast approaching, and outside the Sun was quickly climbing up to its midday perch. Atropos was sure she'd forgotten something that she was supposed to do. Wiping the fresh blood off her hands and onto her pants, she started searching around in her several pockets for a piece of paper. Her clothes were flecked with specks of newly spilt red blood, which joined the amalgamation of old bloodstains already marking her slightly tattered and torn clothes, some of the blood hers, most of it not. She was standing in the public restroom of a grocery store. She'd entered the store mostly because she was hungry and wanted to steal food, but she had to use the restroom while she was there.

Not finding what she was looking for in her pockets, she removed her left glove. A small slip of paper fell out and landed in a puddle of blood on the ground, which was mixing with and being diluted by the pools of water which collected naturally under the sinks. Atropos bent over to pick it up, and unfolded the wet paper, doing her best not to tear it. All the paper said, scrawled in her terrible handwriting, was "fountain noon." She dropped the paper again, this time on purpose, and stepped over the torn and blood soaked body lying on the linoleum tiled floor. Pieces of the broken mirror were sticking out of the body's back.

Atropos made her way outside to the parking lot about the time that someone discovered the body and started screaming. She smirked when she heard the screaming, it was one of the many things she derived pleasure from, sometimes. Remembering her deadline, Atropos took a running start and flew across the parking lot with a burst of psychokinesis. She landed on top of a parked vehicle, shattering all of its windows and crushing in its roof. Pleased by needless damage as well, she jumped down from the wreck and onto the ground. The fountain that the paper had referred to was in a plaza down the street, and with a few psychokinetic leaps, she was there in no time. The people in the plaza scattered when they saw her soar into the square (landing right in the fountain no less) and was empty in a couple seconds.

Atropos crawled out of the fountain, refreshed and cleansed from the wet blood by the cold water. Then she stood there, in the middle of the city square, staring up at the sky. It was probably almost noon (Atropos would have checked her watch to make sure, but it had been broken for as long as she could remember, which was likely about three days). Sirens could be heard in the distance, but they were drowned out by another sound. A thrumming sound that beat at the air. Soon, the helicopter was right over the plaza, swirling the air around and blowing around Atropos' hair. It landed on the cobblestoned ground, and Atropos ran over to it. She opened the door, and hopped into the seat.

She resisted the urge to kill the pilot and take the helicopter for herself. She'd been promised that the pilot would fly her somewhere where she could fight a skilled opponent, and that sounded like much more fun than killing the defenseless city folk who could barely fight back. Instead, she looked out the window in wonder as the machine lifted off the ground and flew into the distant skies.