Picture someone- anyone, really, but preferrably someone small and helpless and weepy looking- curled up in a fetal position in the middle of the floor. No lights, save the one shining down on said person. Camera approaches from the back- you can't see her face. Camera approaches slowly. Sounds very much like sobbing, but possibly laughter, emit from person. You can see her shoulders trembling. Camera moves in even closer...person's head snaps up, jumps to her feet- her back is still to you.
Bright flash of light- blinding bright, white spots in your eyes, camera goes out of wack for a moment- and a scream. Not terror, not anguish, just a scream. A very loud scream- angry, almost, but really, just a scream. Wings unfurl- not pretty, shiny angel wings, not fairy wings, not dragon wings- dark, dirty, grimy, shedding feathers wings. The sort meant for flying and not much else.
Figure turns around, her face, hands, arms are all bloodstained, and there's murder in her eyes.

She's looking at you.
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And that, ladies and gents, describes my mood right about now. Also the image that has been running through my head for the past...six months. Don't ask. I have to go to MUN, and it's not making me very happy.