The girl walked alone through the
parking garage, her footsteps echoing.
The lights went out.
The girl stopped. Held her breath.
A pillar of flames burst from the
concrete floor. Its warmth stroked her face.
It
spoke.
“You are the chosen one. Only you
can save us. Step into the flames.”
She took one step. Another. She
stood inside the fire. She screamed as the agony of the flames filled her,
boiling her blood, melting her flesh.
The wizard laughed and laughed. When
all that remained was a pile of ash, he ran to find another victim for his
prank.
♥/Kat!e
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5 comments:
SMACK! was not expecting that. And what a mean prank. Hope there's a hero waiting in the wings somewhere to come show him what's what.
Oh man! That wizard totally needs to go down. (I agree with Laura- need a hero- perhaps a flame wielding one- to give him a taste of his own medicine)
Wow that twist was unexpected. And awesome.
*Yelps* Note to self. Never believe talking flames! Loved the twist.
Sad. Really sad. I now need you to kill this wizard for me.
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