She lifted her head, smoke burning her nose, pain wracking her body. Fire surrounded her, orange flames licking skyward.
Then she gasped, for he stepped right through the fire, unbothered by the heat or the flame.
Horror curled down her spine, and she scrambled to her knees, choking on smoke, on fear. She frantically grabbed at the nearest weapon, and came up with a bent rebar. It burned her hands, but she clutched it in a white-knuckled grip. She backed up, trembling.
And he prowled closer, grin manic, cruelty gleaming in his eyes.
"Did you think you would escape me?"
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Tragedy's GiftGeneral Fiction
Only he sees her tears. And only he cares. A simple gift had started this whole thing, and a simple gift will end it. How far will one go to save the ones he loves? A collection of my short stories and prompt-driven blurbs. Cover made by @MadelynMe...