She could feel the anger pulsing through her veins—little trails of fire, igniting everything in its path. Every heartbeat pumped the fire closer to the surface, closer to breaking through. She wrapped her arms around her body, trying to compress the heat within but it was useless. It had been years since she had let her anger show but here, among the bodies of the only family she had ever known, she let herself succumb. The flames seared her flesh as she released them: it felt even better than she remembered. This was what I was born to do, she thought. There was no denying it anymore; no one was left to protect her. She sent the fire out of her in every beat of her heart, catching it in the palms of her hands.
“You know what you have to do,” said a small voice in the back of her head. And she did.