If I’m meant to take their lives, it’ll be in a blazing spectacle of the part of me they’ve always hated most… my fire. The flames of my soul, a wild, unkempt roar. Sirens blare from off in the distance, but I hear crashing inside the house. They’re far too late. A sinister smile passes over my lips. Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Xavier. Enjoy the burn.
