(part 1 is here)
The man came from parts unknown. He entered the crowd with a friendly smile. He offered his opinion where it was welcome, and seemed to be the normal sort. As he made his way through the crowd, watching, listening and, occassionally, speaking his peace, he heard someone shout out to him. A simple statement, a dissagreement with what he'd said. But that was all it took for the man to stop where he was and turn to the speaker. His lip curled, and his eyes narrowed in anger. His hand flew forward, and with the simple motion, flames flew from his fingers. The speaker didn't even see it coming, and a few bystanders even caught some of the heat. The man stormed forward, and stood over his victim, seething. Someone cried out against the unneccessary show. The man's head snapped up, and he spat flame at the crowd. The one at his feet shouted at him to stop, demanded he act like a civilized person. With both hands the man roasted him where he sat. From amidst the flames, his victim shouted again. This time, not at the man, but for help. The flames paused, the man taken aback by the cry. Then he smiled, and laughed he prepared to burn his victim once more, this time for his inability to defend himself. The flames never came. As his fingers flew, the help arrived. The hammer fell, and the man was gone. The only flames that remained were those of the hammer's brand. b&.
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The things that live in my head.
I have little ideas in my head. Many of them are fed by my overactive imagination and grow and take on a life of their own. Usually they die off after a while, but I'm getting kinda tired of that. Feel free to comment, it builds their character.
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Hackers always win.
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