Let it burn

Wren stormed throguh the Meagan lobby, not entirely sure what had made her start remembering on the way back from the Metro. Still, she had remembered and that she did not like.
She slammed the door to her apartment shut with a quiet scream of frustration, before going over to the couch to fling the pillows across the room. It wasn't like she'd unpacked enough (or owned enough) to break anything with the action.
When her rage finally subsided, Wren sighed, looknig down sadly as some of her better memories returned. "I'm going to fucking kill him." she snarled, voice trembling much to her annoyance. A small, deadly and slightly insane-looknig smile worked it's way onto her face.
"I'm going to watch him burn."
Of course, by this time Wren had forgotten all about the fact that her victim-to-be was long dead.