ProulougeA Chapter by Book-GogglesPrologue I sprinted down the dark alley, hoping I was alone. The water splashed up under my feet. I reached the end too soon. I clung to the rough wall, sliding down to my knees. It would start and second. I covered my ears, rocking back and forth. The flashes started only seconds later. My hands went from protecting my ears to clawing them. The voice came next. Run. It demanded. I stood up and began to run. Out of control. Fire, It demanded next. I searched the dumpsters until my hand purchased around a box of matches. I struck a match, throwing the glowing stick into the dumpster. I caught fire, and I ran to my next victim. Faster! It hissed. I pushed my legs faster without warning. I skidded to a halt in front of the hospital. Fire, It demanded again. I struck the next one. If I had ever learned one thing, it was that fire spread. No matter how small. I threw myself threw the door of the hospital. An old man sat there, his frail hands clutching a boquet of flowers. On the other side of the room sat a little girl, sobbing for her mother. My heart throbbed. No! The voice hissed in my head. The voice leaked through my brain. I threw on match, two, three, four. I sprinted from the hospital with amazing speed. Back down the alley. I dropped to my knees as the flashes started again. And then, It was gone. I crawled, sobbing, to peer my head out from the alley, looking at the disasted I had created. No, it hadn’t been Fox Skeffington that did that. It did that. I put my head in hands, my sobs growing louder. I knew I needed to get away from the hospital, erase and suspicioun it had been me… no… It. But for now, I cried. © 2010 Book-GogglesAuthor's Note
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Added on March 18, 2010 Last Updated on March 18, 2010 AuthorBook-GogglesLA, CAAboutI've been writing ever since I was little, all of them senseless novels that were never finished. I currently write alot of short stories and I'm in the process of writing my (235 [so far] paged) nov.. more..Writing
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