"Elena!" I heard her scream.
"Serra!" I yelled back desperately, acrid smoke invading my lungs as I called.
I heard her scream again, not my name, but this time unintelligible slur of agony.
"Serra!" I cried, my eyes burning as I pivoted, trying to locate the source of her voice.
Suddenly, two large, gloved hands clamped over my mouth. I clawed at my face, trying to rid myself of the obstruction over my lips.
The hands dragged me backwards as I wildly reached into the flames, my muffled screams of Serra's name muted even to my own ears.
As the gloved hands pulled me away from my burning little sister, I saw her standing amid the licks of fire.
Her small, beanpole of a body was enveloped in smoke, her dead eyes drilled into mine.
Wordlessly, Serra held up a flaming arm, and pointed at me, being helplessly dragged away, unable to reach her.
"You," she uttered, her voice low and gravelly and very unlike her. It was the voice of someone long gone.
The flames surrounding her exploded into a mass of heat and shrapnel. Serra's eyes turned pitch black as raven hair waved wildly around her head, the flames crawling up her skin.
"You let me die!"
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The Styles Brothers
FanfictionElena Campbell always thought she had seen it all: the death of her little sister, the relocation of her home. Upon moving to a small, sleepy town in a foreign country, Elena discovers there's more to this world than she ever thought. When this dis...
