Playing with the Dead

~Aero was clinging onto the desk, tears streaming down her face as she fought the hurricane mixed with ashes and black mist. Suddenly she felt something pull sharply onto her arm. A yelp escaped her lips.
"Let go of me!" she shouted over the sound of swirling wind filling her ears. She looked at the person holding onto her. It was Lee. Her best friend. But right now, she had no intentions of dying or whatever because of him. In life or death situations, there were no best friends. No feelings. Just the animal urge of survival.
"Get-off-of...me", she roared through her gritted teeth, trying to shake him off.
***
You know, we didn't ask for any of this stuff to happen to us. It just did. It needed to happen. And if you ever wished to be a part of this world... don't. It's not good. It's not peaceful.
Because fires of the dead still burn, and we burn with them.
And we now seek revenge.