He froze.
He knew what he was doing was unforgivable. He knew that he'd promised himself something. He knew that he owed it to the hundreds of people who lived in this beautiful, deserted town.
But he couldn't help himself.
His voice grew louder as he exploded in a burst of red, orange, and yellow. His natural pale skin was now completely roasted. The cafe he'd enjoyed countless times was gone.
It was happening.
Again.
No.
Excuse me? the voice inside his head demanded. You don't tell me "no."
"NO!" he yelled aloud, attempting to pull his hands back, the agonizing pain just enough to destroy his entire sanity.
But as he had so skillfully put it:
No.
It couldn't be happening. It couldn't be real.
It couldn't. No. It couldn't. No.
All of his thoughts swirled into the heat that was spinning around him, until the colors consumed him and broke him.
He was broken.
Now, and forever.
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Lethal Leiston
General FictionWhen thirteen-year-old Dan Velista's parents lose hold of their company, they have to move to a very unpopulated city with a dark and fiery background. Legend says that a man who burned down over half of the city will bring his descendants to it and...
