For this one I suggest...
I remember the day when I arrived on Jericho, the earthlike planet where the humans sent their genetically engineered mutants to pave the way for mankind. There were twelve of us on the stage where we were to be put with our groups, thats when I met Faloan actually.
The drunk soldier beside me was breathing hard down the back of my neck and I snarled at him, "Back off unless you want to fall five hundred feet."
The soldier was nothing new, they only sent men unworthy of mankind to govern the mutants of Jericho, "Come on little demon, you haven't done anything for me this whole trip. I'm sure the devil won't mind." , he said, running a hand through my raven feather hair.
I snarled at the rather apropriate nickname and turned my acid green eyes to him, "Don't touch me b*st*rd, I'm not going to do anything
for you and seriously, someone should teach you some manners."
He grinned in that way drunken pervs grin, "I t'ink you outta teach me."
I spun around and grabbed him by the wrist, yanking him down with my superior strength, "Alright, let's start with science."
I carefully placed one foot on the small of his back, "If I were to stomp here, say like this-" ,I slammed my foot down and shattered his spine, much to the gasping crowds horror, nobody questioned the gaurds, "Then you're paralyzed from the waist down. Would you like another lesson?"
He looked up at me coldly, "I ain't doin' none o'yer lessons ya crazy b*tch."
I crouched next to him and took his hand up, "That's Ms. Crazy B*tch to you. Language it is. Ain't. Is. Not. A. Word."
I broke a finger on each word, "I'm getting bored of this, lets do math."
He was crying over his broken fingers when I drug him up and unfurled my twenty foot wingspan. The black bat-like wings that'd earned me the name, 'Little Demon' petrified the crowd.
I started my way up stopping around five hundred feet, "If I were to drop you from here how big would the splat be?"
He froze, "I-I dunno ma'am."
I let go, "Let's find out."
He fell for a couple secounds before becoming a large red splat. I lighted down, "That ladies and gentlemen is history, now who am I to go with."
A red, and I mean like stoplight red, haired boy strode up confidently, "Me."
I later found him to be named Faloan.