Genesis
"Oh crap! That hurts." The words escaped my lips, a sharp, involuntary gasp.
I forced my eyes open, the effort agonizing, and the full, luminous moon looked back down at me from the velvety black sky, a silent, knowing witness. I was still on the grass, the cold dampness seeping into my clothes, but the scorched ground surrounding me, a black circle of destruction, screamed a stark reminder of what I had done. I had just killed two people. Granted, they were going to do goddess knows what with me, rip me to shreds, but still, the finality of it weighed heavily. I had killed them. I tried my best to get into a seated position, every movement a jarring reminder of my battered state, minding my