Opening my eyes, I'm met with a sea of red and burning orange. I throw myself off my bed, trying to catch my breath and get my bearings. The world around me spins to the right momentarily, eyes blurring and watering. My lungs and nose burn like hellfire had coursed through them for years. The door is so far compared to normal. It feels like parts of me had been dragged around on concrete, stinging and warm. A symphony of sounds twists around my mind, in and out my ears. Blazing roars and ringing, yet I can still hear the gruesome screams flooding the floor above me. It's my parents screams, is it not?
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Wings of vine and obsidian
FanfictionWhat happens when 3 young vigilantes meet a villain family? One is chosen to become their newest member, and the others? They have to see to it that their friend is not trapped, but they themselves must face approaching threats. Mind control, secret...
