Charlotte
The Child with a Sweet Tooth
Charlotte flew over Paris, taking in all the delicious smells it had to offer. One smell, a deliciously fresh cheesecake, caught her attention. She flew down to the table where it was place and examined it, freaking out the people at the table. The man, who was out with his wife, batted her off the table. She landed on the ground with a thud. After a few seconds, she flew up, pointed her hands at the two, and fired needles into both of them, destroying them in a mater of seconds. Their souls were seemingly eaten by her sleeves. She lifted up the cheesecake, which was on a plate with a fork, in her hands and smelled it. Delicious. Simply delicious. The other people who were eating outside of the restaurant screamed after they saw her kill the people. Charlotte held her hand up, forming a large piece of what looking like candy her her hand. She jumped up and tossed the candy at the restaurant, damaging it and killing two people. She tossed a few more of these bombs at the restaurant and destroyed it after a minute, leaving about thirteen souls in the smoky rubble, which were all sucked up into her one free sleeve. She then lifted up her fork with that hand whose sleeve sucked up all the souls and took a piece of the cheesecake off and put it in her mouth.
Definetly worth it. At least to her.