"Another sunrise, another day closer to death," she sighed with heavy heart. "What malice should I expect today?"

She walked over to her window and watched some hooligans kicking a homeless person to death in the street. She grinned a little, knowing how much fun that is, how liberating it feels to unleash your hate upon a defenseless person like that. She knew well that those boys were really living it up out there.

"I sort of feel left out," she mumbled to herself. Casually, she went over to her closet and grabbed a baseball bat, slinging it over her shoulder. "Well, Sarah, let's show these amateurs how it's done."

She opened her door and rushed at the gang, swinging the bat high above her head. The bat came crashing down on the skull of one of the young men, his blood showering his comrades on either side. With her free hand, Sarah revealed a revolver and fired a bullet into the face of the man opposite her in the group. She wheeled around with the bat, catching one of the splattered men in the chest, his ribs cracking, as she cackled with delight. She proceeded to empty the rounds in her gun on the remaining of the group, breaking their limbs and spitting on their fallen bodies. When she was done, she left their bodies in the street for the night crews to collect.

Feeling satisifed, she went back into her home and launched a few homemade missiles in random directions from a makeshift launch pad she constructed on her roof.