A Gust Of Power
A giant gust of winds hit the house, breaking every window into a thousand little pieces. The ground beneath their feat began to shake and outside they could hear the sound of a loud thunderstorm brewing. Melinda’s eyes were completely black.
“I hate you,” She screamed throwing a ball of fire at Wyatt’s head, which he easily deflected. “I’m going to kill you”
“Melinda stop it” Chris yelled grabbing her by the arm and turning her to look at him. “Don’t do this. Its what he wants. He is just trying to get you all riled up. You have to stop it.”
He could see it in her eyes, his sister was too far gone to be reasoned with.
Melinda wasn’t very skilled when it came to her powers. She had rejected them the majority of her life and never gotten full control over them. Combined with the fact that they were very strong powers, it made them extremely detrimental.
Chris knew he had to get her to stop before she hurt someone or hurt herself. He could already see it was taking toll on her. She was ghost white and there was blood running from her nose. Her eyes were wild with rage, much like he had seen Wyatt’s eyes turn from time to time, and her entire body was shaking.
Before he had a chance to calm her down though, everything stopped. The wind died down and the rain outside ceased and the ground no longer shook. Chris was relieved thinking Melinda had come to her senses, but that relief turned to fear when he watched his sister fall to the floor. She was violently convulsing and it was apparent that the power had been too much for her to handle.
He ran to her side and place a hand on her shoulder but quickly pulled it away because her skin felt like touching a kitchen stove.
Chris looked up at his older brother, infuriated. Why did he always have to get her so worked up?
Chris scooped his little sister up in his arms, being sure to hold her only where her clothing was as too not burn himself.
“You know your going to kill her one of these days.” Chris angrily said to his brother as he carried his little sister to her room.
“I hate you,” She screamed throwing a ball of fire at Wyatt’s head, which he easily deflected. “I’m going to kill you”
“Melinda stop it” Chris yelled grabbing her by the arm and turning her to look at him. “Don’t do this. Its what he wants. He is just trying to get you all riled up. You have to stop it.”
He could see it in her eyes, his sister was too far gone to be reasoned with.
Melinda wasn’t very skilled when it came to her powers. She had rejected them the majority of her life and never gotten full control over them. Combined with the fact that they were very strong powers, it made them extremely detrimental.
Chris knew he had to get her to stop before she hurt someone or hurt herself. He could already see it was taking toll on her. She was ghost white and there was blood running from her nose. Her eyes were wild with rage, much like he had seen Wyatt’s eyes turn from time to time, and her entire body was shaking.
Before he had a chance to calm her down though, everything stopped. The wind died down and the rain outside ceased and the ground no longer shook. Chris was relieved thinking Melinda had come to her senses, but that relief turned to fear when he watched his sister fall to the floor. She was violently convulsing and it was apparent that the power had been too much for her to handle.
He ran to her side and place a hand on her shoulder but quickly pulled it away because her skin felt like touching a kitchen stove.
Chris looked up at his older brother, infuriated. Why did he always have to get her so worked up?
Chris scooped his little sister up in his arms, being sure to hold her only where her clothing was as too not burn himself.
“You know your going to kill her one of these days.” Chris angrily said to his brother as he carried his little sister to her room.