Violet looked out over the illuminated city, as the full moon cast its pale light. The wind gently blew her hair as she gazed down.
“I want to plant pipe bombs in turkeys, and watch as explosions ripple across neighborhoods on Thanksgiving afternoon.” She said in a hushed voice.
“I want to burn the Amazon rain forests and replace them with strip malls. I want to pump chlorofluorocarbons straight up to gobble the ozone, and give children skin cancer. I want to open the dump valves on supertankers and uncap offshore oil wells so they destroy beaches on July 4th weekends. I want to kill all the fish captured by trawlers and decimate coastal economies. I want to put a bullet between the eyes of every endangered panda that wouldn’t fuck to save its species and every whale and dolphin that gave up and ran itself aground. I want to burn the Louvre. I want to make sure the world feels as much pain as I do.”
She turned around to those listening to her, half her face covered by a pink mask to hide the mangled scars. Her goth clothes meshing together black, pink, and purple leather. She no longer groomed her pretty blonde hair, because she didn’t care about anyone or anything, except vengeance.
She looked at those watching her on the dark rooftop, and calmly and cooley said, “We’re ready to begin.”