part 1

I run as fast as my legs would permit. I don't know where I'm going and I don't think I want to know what becomes of me when I reach wherever it is that I'm off to. With every passing second, I'm getting farther away from civilisation. That is all I'm willing to thinking about. The trail of fire behind me comes to an abrupt halt as I collapse onto the ground.

I wake up to snowfall and the buzz of air around me. If Sasha was here, she would call it the 'call of excited molecules' or something, but that's not it. It is the call of death. It is the cry of power that can't be contained within me. I'm too young to die, I think, and with me dies all my hopes and dreams. My past and future wouldn't matter anymore and Earth would have one less body to nourish.

As I lay amidst the snowcapped coniferous trees, I imagined what the snow would feel like on my skin. The land upon which I lay is now carpeted with scorched, dying grass, and snowflakes refuse to fall on me. I've been outside, in what would be extreme cold to an average human, but I'm not one of them... not exactly. Blood gushes through me like liquid fire and my heart is palpitating, in a feeble attempt to keep me going.

I lay panting on the lifeless grass that was once lush and green. Heat concentrates on my palms and in the levitating flame over them, I see a kaleidoscope of memories. Everything I've ever thought, said and done has led me to this.