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Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.
The voice was getting stronger, louder in my head, and my resistance, my denial of it, began to crumble. I begged to whatever dark thing had risen in me. The faintest of whispers fell from my lips, and I gave into it, my body relaxing. “Please, just save Damien.” And I no longer fought whatever it was.
My body moved involuntarily, and I stepped into the fire before me. The flames sparked, rising as a great pyre around me. Instinctively, I breathed deeply, as if I were inhaling it into myself, filling my lungs with the heat, the power of it.
Damien’s eyes went wild when he found me, and he howled in horror. “Cassie!”
I couldn’t understand what was happening. My body once again wasn’t my own, consumed by my hatred, my rage filling me to the brim. The only fuel that filled me now was the need to get to Marcus, to end him once and for all.
No more. No more would he torment us. No more would he torment me. I didn’t care what happened to me in the process.
The flames surrounded me, enveloped me. I inhaled, filling my lungs as much as I could, and the flames flowed into me, disappearing from the ground around us. Heat swarmed every inch of my body, my skin burning yet not burned. My heart raced, and I ignored it.
Damien stood frozen, his eyes wide in terror as he watched me approach, all trace of fire in the building gone. Its power now dwelled within me, waiting, wanting to be unleashed.
My eyes followed Marcus as he jumped to his feet, lifting the metal pipe above his head as he rushed to swing it at Damien.
“Stop!” The moment the words left my lips, his body went rigid, his arm falling to the side, unable to make any further move against Damien. The metal pipe slipped from his fingertips, ringing out loudly as it hit the concrete.
Marcus’ gaze drifted to me, a terrified realization of what I was doing to him dancing in his eyes. His teeth gritted, and he growled lowly. “You little bitch.”
I grew closer to him, my eyes locking with his, unwavering. My feet stopped when I stood between him and Damien. My eyes shifted over him, seeing the wounds Damien inflicted. Something stirred in me at the sight of the blood that had seeped into the fabric of his clothes, the tears where Damien’s knifes had cut him, the busted nose and lip I’d given him.
He hasn’t had enough.
Damien stood frozen, watching me as I stood before Marcus.
The voice danced in my head, the hate, the anger, the pain he caused me swelling in my chest. It was like a chant of voices overlapping in my mind, pushing me over the ledge.
Burn him. Burn him. Burn him. BURN HIM!
My hand slid up against his chest, and I saw my skin for the first time against his shirt. Veins of hot coals stretched out across my hands and arms, and my skin glowed white. The flames that I’d absorbed danced under my flesh, and my vision almost felt red as I lifted my eyes back to his. I couldn’t control myself, couldn’t stop myself, and I feared what I was going to do.
Do it now!
His eyes locked with mine, and all that hatred and rage melted away.
He smiled…
Thank you.
Marcus’ voice slipped into my mind just as I let the flames flow into him. His chest glowed white hot, and a howl of agony broke from his lips, head falling back as the heat flowed into him, burning him from the inside out. Before I could pull my hand from him to stop myself, he burned with such an intensity that he almost instantly disintegrated before my eyes, ash exploding into the air around me.
I stood there a moment, silent.
What had I done?
“Cassie!” Damien grabbed me, turning me to him, the fear fresh in his expression. He looked me over, his hands searching me for any burns, but I was unharmed. The flames hadn’t hurt me, only moved through me.
I stood, unable to speak, unable to meet his eyes. The voice was gone. It was only me now. I’d stopped Marcus.
No.
I’d killed Marcus. In the cruelest of ways.
Why had he thanked me for it?
The blood drained from my face, my stomach twisting as the reality of what I’d just done washed over me. The sight of him burning to ash filled my mind. The sound of his agony echoed across the room, though it had long stopped. I looked down at my hands.
