Michael reached the tall building where he and Kelly shared an apartment. He took the the steps two at a time. The apartment door was unlocked. Both Michael and the Giver noticed this as an odd during the day. Kelly had insisted, and Michael had agreed, that with her ex stalking her, it was dangerous with Michael home.
Michael carefully shut and locked the door behind him. He felt suddenly wary, wanting to call to Kelly, but an unnameable fear prevented it. He walked silently through his apartment, the windows providing enough illumination for him to see. Kelly was in the kitchen, her favorite room in their apartment. She was lying face down on the floor, blood pooling around her. Michael wanted to run to her, wanted to desperate to find her okay. His feet refused to move.
"It's all your fault, you know." Michael turned towards the man who spoke, his mind still unable to process everything that was happening. The man standing in the corner, holding a bloody butcher's knife, was Kelly's ex. "We should have been forever. But you just couldn't let her be happy," The man shouted as he waved the knife threateningly. His face was contorted in a horrifying mixture of sorrow and fury.
It was at this moment that the enormity of the situation hit Michael. A moment later everything was replaced rage. The shear power of it caused the Giver to start and nearly lose his focus, but he regained it quickly. Michael reached into the void within, searching, as the grieving do, for something to fill him. He found the power the fire.
Kelly's ex lunged at him, knife blade aimed at Michael's throat. The entire kitchen erupted into flame, causing the ex to drop his knife. "Wha... what is this?!" He shouted, his voice now twisted with fear. Michael's eyes widened with rage, and he fought to breath through his anger.
"How dare you!" Michael bellowed. "How dare you take her from me you miserable little wretch!" It wasn't until he finished shouting that he realized Kelly's ex was screaming in agony. Michael realized that the man's arms and legs had burst into flame. A small part of him was no longer horrified at the man in front of him, but at himself. The rest of him simply wanted that man to suffer even further. "Burn you bastard!"
Michael carefully shut and locked the door behind him. He felt suddenly wary, wanting to call to Kelly, but an unnameable fear prevented it. He walked silently through his apartment, the windows providing enough illumination for him to see. Kelly was in the kitchen, her favorite room in their apartment. She was lying face down on the floor, blood pooling around her. Michael wanted to run to her, wanted to desperate to find her okay. His feet refused to move.
"It's all your fault, you know." Michael turned towards the man who spoke, his mind still unable to process everything that was happening. The man standing in the corner, holding a bloody butcher's knife, was Kelly's ex. "We should have been forever. But you just couldn't let her be happy," The man shouted as he waved the knife threateningly. His face was contorted in a horrifying mixture of sorrow and fury.
It was at this moment that the enormity of the situation hit Michael. A moment later everything was replaced rage. The shear power of it caused the Giver to start and nearly lose his focus, but he regained it quickly. Michael reached into the void within, searching, as the grieving do, for something to fill him. He found the power the fire.
Kelly's ex lunged at him, knife blade aimed at Michael's throat. The entire kitchen erupted into flame, causing the ex to drop his knife. "Wha... what is this?!" He shouted, his voice now twisted with fear. Michael's eyes widened with rage, and he fought to breath through his anger.
"How dare you!" Michael bellowed. "How dare you take her from me you miserable little wretch!" It wasn't until he finished shouting that he realized Kelly's ex was screaming in agony. Michael realized that the man's arms and legs had burst into flame. A small part of him was no longer horrified at the man in front of him, but at himself. The rest of him simply wanted that man to suffer even further. "Burn you bastard!"
