Bam.
The whole school was consumed by a bright orange light, even though you stood a good 100 meters away with most of your classmates, the heat was excruciating. The flames licked around the building creating a blood red reflection in your sunglasses.
Somehow, deep inside, you enjoyed the screams of terror they made.
The fire grew unnaturally around the building as burnt teachers struggled to escape this hell.
Let them burn.
You looked down at the smaller version of hell your lighter had made as you lift your arm to light your cigarette.
As the smoke escaped your lips, the screams faded, for the souls had escaped their lives..
And they had floated away.
Just like the smoke.
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That Witch Bitch
FanfictionWitches don't fight, they BURN! At least, that's what you thought when you first stepped foot in Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. After making friends (and enemies) you discover out there is a LOT more to witches than incantat...
