Forever Changed - By Jamie Gibson Page 0,43

There was never rain that followed with the storm, just the darkness, the lightening, and of course the deafening thunder. They couldn’t understand why the storms appeared when I was angry, nor could I.

Landon, had foreseen that the Dark Lord would be coming, with his army of demons in three weeks. I had two weeks to practice and perfect my powers, or we would all be screwed. We would be spending eternity in damnation. After seeing what happened to my father….ummmm….yeah that was just not in my agenda.

The start of the second week, I finally got the flames to shoot out of my eyes. Landon stood on standby, with a bucket of water, so that he could extinguish the flames from the burning curtains.

“I did it!!” I screamed with relief. The feeling was amazing, even though it burned like hell the first few times.

“Finally,” my parents and Landon said in unison.

“Well, sorry, but some things take time,” I replied with a grimace. “You all make it look so easy and it’s not. Plus when I felt the burning in my eyes, the first time, I was scared to release it, fearing that my eyeballs would turn to mush.”

“No worries about that sweet heart. I felt the same when I was discovering my powers.” My father said with a chuckle.

“I want to try one more thing, now that I know my eyeballs are not going to turn to mush. I have a different feeling I want to release.” I said with curiosity springing out in my words.

“What is it, Elizabeth?” my father said with as much curiosity that I had. He looked concerned though. He knows that I have more powers, than just the ones he has, but I have had to discover them.

I have two different feelings that associate with my eyes, when I get pissed. The first one is very painful with an extreme amount of burning. It starts at my eyes and works its way down both my arms. I feel like they are on fire and it hurts, but not so bad that I want to scream.

The second one is much stronger and a lot more painful than the feeling in my arms. The burning of course always starts at my eyes, but instead of stopping at my fingertips, it proceeds down to my toes. My whole body feels like it is on fire and it is only caused when I feel extremely pissed beyond my control.

I wanted to try them, so I had the family taunt me and piss me off. I started feeling my eyes grow hot, and felt the tingle work its way down to my fingertips. I raised my hands up, laying them out flat with my palms up. I watched as red balls of fire formed and hovered above the palms of my hands. I moved my hands a little bit testing them out and they moved with me. I lifted my right hand up behind my head and threw it at the living room wall. It went straight through, leaving a gaping hole to see outside.

I took the other ball of fire and moved it back, from hand to hand. I was slowly moving it, one hand above the other, never touching the ball of fire, as if I was stroking it gently. With less force, I tossed it into the fire place and watched the fireplace light fire to the wood instantly. It burned so strong and fierce that the flames shot up the chimney. I am guessing that if anyone was standing outside the house, looking up, they could see the flames rising out as well.

I dropped my hands, relaxed a little while my anger subsided. I looked up at my family and they were all staring at me with their mouths hanging open just a little bit.

“What, what did I do?” I asked with concern. “Did I hurt anyone?”

My mother slowly lifted a finger pointing. I followed her finger and looked through the hole I had made. I walked closer toward the hole and seen the damage I had caused. The woods that led pass the driveway was on fire. Trees were blazing and smoking. I of course looked back at my family in shock and took off running out of the living room door.

I had to stop the fire or someone would come running to our house to inspect and I couldn’t have that. I ran out of the front door and stopped at the edge of