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Mark pretended to gasp for air twice before looking weakly at Janine. “Janine, Will knows I have claustrophobia, so why did he design a shelter without a single window? He took so much money from the O’Connor family. Is this how he does things?” Janine’s eyes darkened as they met mine. Then, she gave the order. “Smash this place.” My body stiffened, but this time, I didn’t stop them. I watched with my own eyes as she destroyed the only true refuge that would have survived the coming apocalyptic heatwave.

He says, spitting specks of red as he stutters. "That's right... and I bet you have a real good guess as to why." He stays silent. "Every single fucking one of those girls you sold are going to walk free. The girls you abducted and abused. All eight hundred. Your empire falls today Malcom..." She looks at the fireplace and back at him before shoving his head close to the flame. His hair ignites and starts to burn. His ear-piercing scream shakes the room. I can't believe she is doing this. I can't say I'm not proud, but this isn't anything I could have imagined. However, her arms are shaking. I can hear her trembling breath.

"Wendy, so you're the one who killed my family!" I crossed my arms and looked at him. "That's not all. I already disproved the rumors you spread about Officer Zeller and me online. "Luckily, a reporter had an audio recording of the accident. The recording wasn't very clear, but the police already restored the audio and cleaned it up. You won't be able to hide the fact that your team left their post without permission and ignored my cries for help anymore." I scoffed. "You're doomed, Jared. The person you love the most ruined everything in your life. You'll never recover from this!"

Tears welled up, and she turned and fled down the hallway, the sound of her bare feet slapping against the hardwood fading into the distance. Lucas stared at the empty doorway, the echo of his own voice ringing in his ears. A wave of guilt washed over him, mixing with the hot anger that had been simmering all night. He took another swig, then another, and another. He lost count of how many bottles he emptied. The room started to spin, the edges blurring. He pushed himself to his feet, the world tilting precariously. He lurched forward, his hand outstretched, searching for something to hold onto.

2000's Trigger Warning: Graphic Sexual Content Looking out the window of our new Dodge Neon, I notice all the little details as the world drifts by, I see little kids playing soccer at the local park. of course, they are playing with empty soda cans marking the goal lines. This doesn’t bother them. it's how it always has been. As kids growing up in poverty, we used what we have.

And balance takes discipline. Let Lilith measure me. Let Ashcroft calculate. Let the Covenant escalate. I won’t burn. I won’t explode. I will endure. And when the time comes— I will choose when the flame ignites. Not them.

I kept my expression even and pressed forward before the pause could close itself. "Enough of the fires," I said. "Enough of the destruction. Enough of allowing confusion to be called a cause and chaos to be called justice." I looked across the crowd slowly. "Institutional disorder did not happen to you. It was engineered around you. And the ones who engineered it have been using your fury as the fuel to power their own ascent. So I ask you this plainly. Do you intend to keep burning down the house you are standing in, or do you want to be the ones who decide what gets built in its place?"

And when I finished, he leaned forward and said, “Let’s burn it all down.” I blinked. “What?” “The key. The tape. The notes. Let’s set it all on fire. A ritual. A line in the sand.” I smiled despite myself. Because Lucas wasn’t offering revenge. He was offering reclamation. And maybe that was what I needed most. We built a small fire in the backyard. One by one, we tossed the remnants in. The cassette. The photo. The black rose. They cracked and curled, flames devouring memory and menace.

Uncontrolled. And when it finally burned— It wouldn’t just expose them. It would consume everything

Let them come for me. Let them try. Because now… I’d burn them clean.