Stop it.
No more.
Stop it!
Cut it out.
It hurts!
That's enough.
You can't do this!
You're acting childish.
There's nothing else here!
There is no reason to run away.
I said STOP!!
A rush of senses brought him back to the cell.
Dark.
Cold.
Reality.
"Good." The reverberating voice lowed, echoing from around him, as if the source was the walls itself, "Let's try again, this time, with some subtlety."
"No more!" He cried out, feeling out for his friend, to no avail, "You son of a BITCH!" He screamed, yanking against his shackles, "Where is he!?"
"Gone." The voice stated
"Where!?"
"None of your concern."
He couldn't take it. He had to. This was his last chance. His trump card. He closed his eyes and rushed inwards, calling out, with every fiber he had. Resistance slowed him however his will he was still able to crush past it. Feeling the surge of energy, he pushed faster.
"I just need to get to it," he thought, "He won't stand a chance!"
Plowing on, the surge he had felt slowly ebbing away, forcing himself by sheer willpower to reach his goal.
"At last!" He saw it, the core glowing at the edges of his vision. Reaching out, he held it tight, only to find...
"Emptiness," the voice chuckled, "That is all that is left for you. There is no point in your feeble attempts. Let's go again"
He smiled, only briefly, before replying, "This is not how you find the answers!"
"Again." The walls rebounded, slightly grated.
"I don't have what you're looking for!" He shouted, looking up and beginning to sway.
"What are you doing?" The voice demanded.
"No more!" He screamed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
"NO!" Was all he heard, before he slumped to the ground.
No longer breathing.
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Fighting with Fire Book 1: Finding Home
General FictionLance, a young member of the Wayra tribe, has just finished his Rite. With a rare familiar, Ari, he's ready to go home and show off his skills. But after a storm hits, strangers arrive and Ari disappears. Lance might not be home as soon as he thoug...
