Chaos

She watched from above, her bloodshot eyes piercing the glass. It shattered, bringing the others to attention. Looking up, they saw her. Pale, evanescent and cold; her gown floated through the abyss. She glared at the warm beings, knocking over objects in her way, her hair flying. Thunder filled the air as doors and windows banged open; shards of glass pierced the walls. She passed through, fuming. Then all was quiet.