Four

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

[When Ciara woke up that morning, things had started off normally enough. She wasn't even thinking about the stupid message. She just practiced with her punching bag... until she realized she was punching it with two extra hands.

She looked in the nearest mirror. She was a black woman, yes, but now her skin was LITERALLY black. Her eyes blazed, and she caught the sight of fangs when she gasped. Not to mention the two new arms. She was dressed in a leopard skin--and decidedly missing some of her favorite accessories. And fuck it if she were going to stand for that.

The necklace was in the city. Part of a traveling exhibit. Not for long. She burst into the street, not caring about the people who screamed or ran or that she had to shove out of her path. She headed straight for where the exhibit was, and smashed the case holding the necklace of skulls.

"MINE," she announced, before putting it on in front of the throngs of terrified people. She smiled to herself. She had just shaken up the entire city that had seen her. Well, Vegas was a good-sized place. More people needed their worldview changed.

At one point, a woman in cat form--Seth's friend, wasn't she?--came out and asked her to stop terrorizing the citizens. Kali snorted. What good would THAT do for all these mortals? She ignored the cat, and, though she didn't hurt anyone, she did break more than a few things in her path...]