The boy was on fire
Green flames danced across the entirety of his body, creating a smoke that was beginning to choke the sky. Through the flames, I could barely make out his face, contorted in an anguished scream.
I gripped my service weapon firmly in my hand preparing for the worst. Breathe, I chide myself. " calm down or ill fucking drop you," i heard an officer scream. " don't make us shoot you," I heard myself scream. My voice sounded different to my own ears, I could hear my own fear. Breathe I chide myself again trying to still my shaking hands.
Through the flames, I could see him, a boy no older than nine years old, I've heard that is the age most demi-humans go through the change. Some of them morphing into grotesque monsters and others awakening terrifying abilities like this boy.
He was yelling something.
"Boy, please." I whispered to myself
He took a step forward.
"Breathe." I say again
The flames were beginning to spread towards the patrol cars.
"Stop." I prayed
I could see his mouth moving as he took another step.
A crowd was beginning to gather, yelling and screaming all around me. Local residents from the fields all with unique deformities
"Stop!" I heard different officers yell.
He took another step forward.
For a moment his eyes met mine.
Faintly I could finally make out what he was saying.
The flames shot towards me.
And everything exploded.
After the explosion the world was silent.
In my hand was a smoking gun and a bullet had extinguished the luminescent flames.
In my mind I could finally hear what he had been yelling at me.
"Help me, I'm scared." I heard in his faded voice.
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Lincoln Fields
RandomTHIS IS MY FIRST TIME PUTTING MY STORIES OUT THERE SO ITS REALLY SHORT. MY STORY TAKES PLACE IN A WORLD WHERE THE GHETTOS OF AMERICA ARE BEING FILLED WITH PEOPLE WHO HAVE DEVELOPED SUPERHUMAN ABILITIES. IT WILL BE TOLD FROM THE POINT OF VIEW OF A P...
