War Games

[Nox]

Waking up in a hospital bed for days even weeks on end only to find yourself thrown into the street of some god forsaken city for some unknown reason made the world seem that much colder than it had even days before, and for Simon the world was a horrible place. He was not surprised to himself plagued with the sickness. The world just shit on him and kept on doing it.

But now, maybe now it was all worth it. Now he had this power. He could see it, a light just out of the corner of his eye. It raged with a sweet sweet song.

Sitting huddled in a corner of an empty alley way where he'd woken up with nothing but $50 in his pocket and the clothes on his back. The least they could have done was give him something warm to wear before throwing him on the street.

Simon started a fire just a few feet away from him in what was left of a box. As the fire erupted from his well placed orange thread of power, a man ran out. Simon laughed. He didn't know why he was laughing. He almost killed the man.

The world shit on him, and now, he had this power. It was not some divine providence. It wasn't a gift, it was his revenge. With the warmth of the fire burning brightly, soon it caught to the wooden terrace above it. Simon smiled. Pay backs a bitch!

Simon backed out of the alley way, he willed the fire hotter and brighter, and it obeyed his every command. The world would pay.


Edited by Nox, Feb 3 2015, 01:33 PM.