Spontaneous Combustion

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Cape Girardeau, Missouri, 15 years later.

Kara's POV)

The day drones on as Mr Darlinghurst goes on and on about spontaneous combustion. Somehow he makes even the most interesting topics sound about as cool as a pile of cat crap.

He can not possibly make one singular student interested in what he is saying or doing. At least that's what I think. The clock is stopped on the wall, so I check my phone for the time. Ten minutes to go until the end of the lesson.

And then there is a knock on the door.

My class sighs in relief as Sir stops talking and we are free to talk amongst ourselves. Mr Darlinghurst walks over to the door, and opens it. To find no-one on the other side. He closes it, shaking his head at the thought of sophomores pulling the old knock-and-run trick.

Despite the sunny, summer day, my breath hangs in the air in a puff of fog.

Ignoring the cold, Mr Darlinghurst goes back to teaching his lesson, and we go back to not paying any attention whatsoever. Until a woman appears next to him. Until my mother appears next to him.

She turns to face the class and points one finger at me before she starts to say something in Latin that I don't quite understand. Up the front, Kyah is in disbelief.

'This isn't real. You aren't Cassie. I don't know what or who you are, but no human can just appear like that. No-one.'

My mother, or whatever it is, turns to where Kyah is sitting. 'This is real. I am real.'

With that, she plunges her first through the middle of Mr Darlinghurst's chest, and he falls to the ground. Dead.

The thing that looks like my mother soon follows suit. With a scream, her eyes roll back into her head, and come back down, pure black, before flashing a burning, bright blue. Her arms are thrown out wide to the side, and she lifts into the air. Her irises turning gold as she falls to the ground, looking like she has been torn apart from the inside out.

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