Im still here... { Jelsa }

Chapter 27

Hans Pov;

My fingers stung.
They felt tingly and numb, but yet stingy.
Of course I was immune to the flames, but I haven't used my magic in years. I had always hid it, and never used it.

My parents said they would banish me if I ever used my magic. They feared it and thought I was cursed. So I hid it and learned to control it at such a young age.

I used to have a desire to use my magic, always wanted to let it go and just be free, but I knew better.

I may be immune to flames, but nobody else was. Neither the town, or the house. Everything and anything could light up into to flames.

So, I changed that desire deep with in me into a desire for power and for the throne. It's what every air to the throne desires, right?
It was away to stop my desires to use my magic, a distraction.

But, look What my desires have brought me? In the end making me become selfish that I got myself in prison. And now I belong to this beast.

With my anger, I shot fire at the wall, causing it to graze the wall with a layer of black.

Although it felt tingly, it felt good.

It felt good to get all my anger and frustrations out.
And even thought the room now had a stench of Ash, it relaxed me, it felt,.. Right.

So, I did it again.
And again, and again.

I was also fascinated by what I could do, I hadn't used my powers in so long-it interested me.

I created a large fire ball, blazing From my finger tips.

I made the whole stone floor blaze in an orange Glow.

I couldn't help but smile, with a lopsided grin.

It was like, I was renewed.
Like a part of me free, and expressed.
A part of my soul, realised.

Everything felt good- until I was interrupted. Interrupted by a fast paced clapping. From the shadows.

From the one and only, Pitch Black.

"Very Good Hans." he says.

"I though it would take you longer to open up, I guess I underestimated you." He says, flicking his fingers so a dim lights glows in the small chamber.

The light grows powerful, and sharp. It empathises his sharp cut check bones and jars, and his twisted Grin.

"But, this is't enough." he says coldly.

Until, his eyes begin to twinkle.
"I want to not only burn down, but torture like no way before to them people. to destroy the world, in a,.. Creative way."

I knew he was cruel, but I didn't know some one cruel enough to have excitement about creative ways to torture and kill people. Innocent people. His eyes twinkled like a child getting candy.

This was already becoming a horrific horror story.