Powers

Neil Crawford 2

"The best revenge
is massive success"
-Frank Sinatra
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A week had passed since the incident at my school. I sat on my bed dressed up in a suit about to go to my friend's funeral. She died while in intensive care from the third degree burns. I wiped the stray tear from under my eye. I'll miss her. I was even planning to ask her out. I just didn't know when I would do it. I stared into the fire I emitted from my fingertips.

I had learned some tricks in the past week, I could control when and where I could emit fire, and throw some small fireballs, but that is pretty much it. I was careful to keep the flames from touching my coat, for fear of catching my coat on fire. I stood up and walked to the end the door passing all my stuff I decided since the incident to get rid of. I had felt like I had grown more mature in the last week, many things had changed. I grabbed my earbuds and my phone off my desk and headed out the door towards the back yard.

My yard wasn't much, mainly because I lived in a row house. I had about 20 feet till I reached the back and 15 from one side to another. There where small mossy rocks littered around on the ground. I small waist high chain link fence separated my yard from two other yards both where yards were practically identical.

As I waited to go to the funeral I focused on the lyrics to the songs as they passed. I always hated saying goodbye it's one thing I could almost never do. I sat down on the bottom step and put my earbuds in my ears, and played a song by Beartooth called Ignorance is Bliss, I related to this song for the past week very well.

After about ten minutes of inspecting the pavement next to my feet and listening to music, my mother walked out and patted my shoulder to get my attention. As I looked up she said," Honey it's time for the funeral." She was wore a black dress and her glasses, and around her neck was I cross I got her for Mother's Day when I was six, she always wore it for things that involved church.

I stood up and hugged her as I said," Okay Mom." I walked back inside and headed towards the front door.

As the funeral came to a close I walked away from the casket, far enough so that no one could see me. I fell to my n
Knees and started to cry into my hands. I kept blaming myself:
Why didn't you just leave the room and take down that guy outside?
Why didn't you just defend her with your power?
This is all your fault Neil!
This is all your fault Neil!
She would be still alive if you weren't a coward!
People like you are what is wrong with this world!
Just kill yourself!

My mind kept telling giving me more and more reasons to cry. I felt like I failed her. I felt like I failed one of my best friends. This just made me more sad, but this sadness became replaced by anger. My hand quickly caught fire as I stood up, I then toasted a Greg Sherman's headstone.

I walked back as people were starting to leave some of the women had eyeshadow pouring down their cheeks while others had none. I was sure that my eyes were red from crying, but I tried to hide it by hanging my head. I walked towards my mom and asked her if we could leave fast. We left just a few minutes later. I sat in the back of the car and swore to make this guy pay.

At night I got a terrible idea, but I had to act upon it. I put on a hoodie and rolled up my sleeves, and grabbed my glasses which I never use. I snuck out the window of my room on the second floor and climbed down the drainage pipe. It was around 10 o'clock when I left and now it was around 12. I was a block from the county jail, where the man was going to be taken from tomorrow to Dark Point Prison. I was determined that he would die tonight.

I lit my arms on fire, I summoned as much rage as I could, which made my arms emit white flames. I held out my arms and flames shot straight for the front door and melted it to the ground. I then walked in. I saw an camera in the corner, which I melted soon after. I walked up to bars that kept me from the rest of the facility I walked up and grabbed them, after a few seconds the melted away. Two guards ran for me they held out their gun and aimed. I protected my flames far enough to reach them. They dropped their guns and ran down the hall shouting"Lock it all down! Now!" Then alarms started to sound as I ran down the hall. Looking for him.

Once I reached his cell which was a refurbished questioning room. I saw scorch marks on the walls and one on the one way glass. I opened up the door. He sat there on the floor.

"Hey there, back for another round?" He asked as he chuckled.

"No just revenge!" I yelled at him.

He quickly stood up and doused me in flames. My glasses had melted down and my hood burning off. He stood in amazement. "You're like me? And here I was thinking I was the only one." He said to me almost mockingly.

Knowing that we would be both be fireproof I pulled a buck knife from pocket and announced,"This is for Kate!" As I jabbed it into his stomach. He started to cough up some blood, as I pulled the knife out of him. As he collapsed on the floor I kicked him in the chest.

Sirens. The cops are coming! I ran as fast as I could to try and find a back exit. Once I got out the police where already here. I started to run as fast as I could leaving fire in my path, trying to deter the police. I eventually a door to an abandoned building open, so I rushed inside. There was a broken down elevator with the door open, and I ran in and shut the outer and inner doors. I waited for what must have been for an hour. I knew I had fucked up real bad thoughts flooded my brain:
They saw your face.
You are screwed.
Maybe the death penalty.
They can try you as an adult.
You're going to die.

I opened the doors and saw that I was clear to run back home. I climbed up the drainage pipe and went back into the window. I threw away my burnt clothes and my glasses and went to bed at 5:00 am and there is school. I said under my breath,"Fuck!" And shut my eyes and fell asleep.