[color=orange][b]Scorn / female / 29 / Villian
Location:[/b] Rival Gang Leader's Home[/color]

"Lovely house you have," Scorn stated her foot tapping against the floor of the house ",Nice cliche rundown look. Very incognito, not suspicious at all." Currently the rival gang leader was face down, one of Scorn's lackey's having his foot on his neck and a rifle barrel in his temple.

"I gave fair warning to clear out a week ago. This is now Reaper territory but you didn't listen now look what I have to do," Scorn sighed waving a hand over a corpse of one of the gang leader's recruits who had tried to fight back ",Such a waste but actions have consequences. You don't listen, I have to clean house. So now you cockroaches need to be exterminated." She got up from the chair she had been sitting in and walked over to the downed rival, motioning to the current member of her gang who was towering above him to back off. He did, at which point Scorn quickly grabbed the leader by the throat and lifted him up.

"Time for you to sleep," she whispered squeezing slowly, her clawed hands piercing into his skin as she slowly watch the life drain from his eyes. She dropped the lifeless body and wiped her bloodied claws against one of the nearby walls.

"Torch the house, make it look electrical," she ordered one of her gang members ",Find any other loose ends and chase them out or put them down." She turned and left out of the house leaving her crew to take care of her orders. The gang leader had hardly been a challenge. Merely a simple nuisance who thought they could squeeze their gang on her turf. They had been gravely wrong. It had been disappointing. She wanted a challenge, another superhero to put her wits against, another villain to antagonized. Yet it seemed the side of town she was on simply was in for a dull night. 

"Perhaps we should rob something," she thought to herself ",Perhaps the nearest jewelry store or bank. That would sure bring someone along."