Fire ... everywhere.Bla

Fire … everywhere.
Blazing black and orange flames danced all around me, glazing atop the burning tables and climbing up the beige plaster walls. The scattered paper ignited easily, creating tiny, white glowing butterflies appear, soaring gently in the air, blissfully unaware of the chaos that surrounded them. The roof began to cave in, several broken light fixtures plummeting down to the ground as the building continued to incinerate.
I stood alone on one side of the scorching room - my white long-sleeved, knee-length dress splattered with blood and smothered in ash, my hair knotted and flailing in front of my face - while my enemy held the person I loved most in a strong chokehold. Tears threatened to pour from my eyes, which had long since turned a dangerous crimson colour, but I didn’t dare allow the fear to show on my features. If I were to show any sign of weakness, my enemy would most likely use it to his advantage, perhaps as a ploy to string me along into his twisted web of domination. Nevertheless, I held my ground, prepared for anything the dark-haired psychopath before me attempted to do.
“Kori …” The light-skinned man in the chokehold muttered, his voice strained from the immense pressure on his throat. The expression on his face told me that he was frightened - presumably because he could hear the icy voice of Death whisper in his ears - yet his bloodshot green eyes proclaimed worry and determination, but not for himself. I searched his sorrowful eyes for an answer, pleading for a way out of the scalding hell that surrounded us, but found no resolution.
One lone, graceful tear drifted down the victims cheek as he spoke his very last words. “I love you, my daughter.” And then, with a flick of the hunters wrist, my father was gone.

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