My Crazy Corner

I was waiting for this moment, knowing he would make the move, conceit and stupidity was innate in him.  And as soon as his foul mouth opened, I flung out my arms, extending my fingers toward Amos.  A streak of orange flaming fire shot from my fingertips, hitting him in the chest with such force the blast lifted him, twisted him around like a pretzel in the air, and knocked him back at least twenty feet, where he plunged headfirst into a tree.  I was not finished.  I made a huge leap, soaring into the air, landing gracefully at his feet in a squat, unsettling the dirt.  
Amos sat up startled.  Fear now covered his dumbfounded face.  “Aaahhh!” he yelled.  
I hoped he could feel the fire burn through his shirt, scorching his tender skin beneath.  
He began knocking the smoldering shirt out with his hands, where a large hole had burnt.  “Back off.  Help!” he screamed.  
“Oh, now you’re scared,” I said flatly, cocking my head to the side.  I bent forward, grabbing him aggressively by the shirt, pulling him up like a feather, and bringing him close to my face.  Amos had a deep gash on his forehead from the impact and blood heavily poured down his face.  I couldn’t resist.  I leaned very close, slowly taking in a long pleasurable breathe, smelling the fear and fresh flowing blood.  I could hear it pumping through his veins.  I licked the stream of liquid slowly up the side of his face, tasting the sweetness.  I had a very strong urge to sink my teeth into him, empting ever last drop from his worthless body.  Amos had terror in his eyes.  I laughed.  “Aahhh, what’s wrong, Amos?  Scared I might bite?” I sweetly snarled, snapping my teeth.  
His breathe stopped.  I smiled knowing he was at the point of hysteria.  I narrowed my eyes, “Say you’re sorry,” I hissed.  
“I’m sorry,” he said almost inaudibly.  
“Louder!”  
“I’m sorry!” he yelled frantically.  
“Hum, now what should I do?” I said, not sure if I was satisfied or finished with torturing him.  
Then I heard Lucas behind me say calmly, “Skyla, please let him go.  He said he was sorry.”  
I whipped around glaring at Lucas.  When he saw my eyes, he flinched but stood his ground.  Realizing my appearance had scared him, it shook me.  I turned back to Amos and finally realized how truly terrified he had become, and how much I enjoyed it.  I was out of control.  I had let anger become my weakness.  I released my grip, causing Amos to hit the ground hard.  He lay still, looking up at me with utter horror.  
Crouched and unmoving, I stayed still.  I didn’t know what to do.  Lucas gently reached to take my arm, but when I felt his touch, I jumped straight up and over several feet away from him.  I looked at him...confusion taking over.  My body felt trapped, and it needed to be free.  My narrowed eyes turned worried.  Quickly, and in a blur, I whipped around and shot into the woods. 


The moment we stopped, I was the one lying on my back.  Instantaneously, I placed my right foot middle ways of whatever lay on top, flipped it up and over my head, and threw it as hard as I could, letting it go as it passed.  Quickly, I jumped to my feet, when I realized—one, I was barefooted, and two, I was fighting in a gown.  I looked up at my opponent and…  
“You?  What’s going on, Alec?  Did you…”  I stopped in my tracks, gasping as soon as I saw his eyes gleaming like mine.  His eyes blazed in the moonlight, the familiar gold with slithers of green streaks.  
“You can sense it too, can’t you?” I whispered loudly.  “Did you follow me...?”