Nobody sees me. Nobody’s out, walking or driving. It’s far too late for that anyway. The city’s gone to sleep, for the most part. Gaudy pink light is reflected on the damp pavement in front of me. I look up and see a bar, in time for the light to flicker and go out. It wouldn’t surprise me if it really were just that shitty, I’m in the bad part of town, but patrons start leaving. Closing time.

 

I step back into the shadows and lift my hood up further over my head. There aren’t many people leaving, it looks like a real shitty bar anyway. A man half-carrying a stumbling woman catches my eye. He leads her off down the street, and I slowly start to follow. They turn into an alleyway about fifty yards away. Perfect.

 

I catch up to them a couple minutes later, and see a van parked in the alley. The side door is open, and the man is leaning in through the side. I see a struggling leg in his grasp.

 

I take my hood off, it’s obscuring my eyes, how annoying. I lift my hand up - more for show than anything - and the man goes flying backwards, hitting a wall. He yells in panic, and I brush some hair behind my ear. This is calming already. A couple twitches of my finger - again, for show, and sort of instinctual - and one of his shoes and socks goes flying off. I drag him down to my level and hold his mouth open so I can stuff the sock into it, can’t have him making anymore noise. I start searching his pockets, keeping him pinned against the wall.

 

Telekinesis...it’s useful. Especially for someone of my size.

 

“Oh, thank god!” The woman finally makes a noise, and I look up with a start. I swivel around on my heel, and see that she must have been gagged. “But...how are you doing that?”

 

I don’t make a noise, instead choosing to take a quick glance around the van. It looks like the man lives in it, how classy. There are clothes piled up, cooking utensils (he has like, three ladles and no knives, what the fuck?), a cooler, and a tuba case in the corner. Weird. I look back at the woman, watching and waiting. The reactions are always my favorite part.

 

“Oh my god, are you that girl that went missing?” She clasps a hand over her mouth.

 

Wow, she’s boring. I lift the gag off of the van floor beside her, and she jerks backwards when she sees it floating in the air. “What is that? What are you doing?”

 

I roll my eyes and stuff it into her mouth. “Shut up.”

 

I go back to searching through the man’s pockets. He’s been sitting there the whole time, still pinned up against the wall, trying to scream through the sock in his mouth. There’s a wallet, but only twenty bucks inside. Whatever, I’ll take it. Not what I’m looking for, though. I keep searching, but come up empty-handed.

 

“Ugh, you fucking piece of shit, where is it?!” I almost punch him in the stomach to vent, but I compose myself. His eyes are wide and bloodshot, looking at me in fear. That helps. I take a deep breath and smile calmly, that’s what I like to see. People wondering why an eleven year old girl is mugging them.

 

A racket comes from the van behind me, and I hold my hand up behind myself just in time to stop the woman in mid-air. She had torn the gag out of her mouth and was trying to club me with...one of the ladles? “You’re cute.” I pluck it out of her hand, and stuff the gag back in her mouth.

 

I pick through her pockets this time. Another wallet, this one with credit cards and no cash. I toss it aside. A picture of her and her brother or something? Lame. Ooh, ooh, wait a second.

 

I brought a pocket knife out of her back pocket. “Perfect.” I send her flying back into the van, this time holding her there to keep her from being a future annoyance.

 

I bring the man back up into the air, and flip the blade out. I send it up to him slowly. “Do you understand what I’m about to do to you?” I ask.

 

He quivers a bit, and continues trying to yell, but other than that there’s no response.

 

“Well first, I’m going to cut you riiiiight here.” I float the blade up to him, and send it down his cheek, making a thin line. “And next, I’m going to do this.” I start turning his feet around backwards, pushing harder when I hear the satisfying cracking noises. The loudest attempt at a yell yet comes from him, and tears fall from his eyes.

 

I drag the knife up both his arms, leaving straight lines up both, and then stab it into his stomach. He lets out a strangled sob, and then he faints.

 

“Already? Ugh, fine.” I roll my eyes and drop him. I look behind me at the woman, who’s been crying silently this whole time. “I hope you don’t think I’m letting you get away.”

 

I pile them up at the end of the alley, and lift some gas out of the van to pour over them. I’m disgruntled the whole way, annoyed that I couldn’t finish cutting the man up like I wanted. I’m too pouty to feel like doing the same to the woman now.

 

I strike a few matches from my pocket when I can’t find a lighter in the van. I take one last look at the woman, who sure has been trying her hardest to struggle free, and drop the matches on her.

I walk away after I’m sure the fire’s caught. Out of everything, it’s the smell of burning flesh that bothers me. Oh well, at least I have enough money to buy dinner now.