Burning Wings and Feathered Lies

By: E. L. Bee

Chapter one

    I ran through the open field, the sirens sounding in the distance. The adrenaline was starting to wear off now, and I could definitely feel the burn of the bullet that grazed my shoulder.

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    I had never been shot before, most people hadn’t. I was fortunate enough to have only been grazed–the bullet barely missing my shoulder. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt, though, and I was hyper-aware of the blood pouring down my shoulder and covering my now ripped shirt. 

    Initially, when I was first shot–well, grazed–I had stumbled, fallen to the floor as I cried out in pain. You’d think it wouldn’t hurt, not that much anyways. But oh did it hurt! Even as adrenaline pumped through my body the wound stung, and the impact caused me to fall, and the burn of the wound felt like it had set my arm on fire. 

    “Stop! Hands where I can see them!’’ a cop yells, clearly close behind me. 

    Curse how slow I am!

    Slowly, I drop to the ground on my knees. The cop hesitates coming closer, after seeing what I did to that drunken man. I didn’t mean to… it just–happened. 

    One second he was coming towards me, offering to buy me, a fifteen year old, a drink. The next moment he was in flames. I don’t know how it happened, just that I did it. That the fire came from my hands. 

    The heat didn’t seem to affect me, either. The scorching hot searing fire that was coming from me. It didn’t bother me, almost as if it was normal. That the flames that now surrounded me was an everyday occurrence. 

    And then the cop walked towards me, cuffs in hand and ready to take me away to what most would consider the end of their life. Jail. For–most likely–killing the drunken man that had simply offered me a drink, for lighting him and most likely my surroundings in flames. 

    And then the fire, the fire from my hands, enveloped the cop too, and his screams only lasted for a few seconds. Then everything was silent.

    Silence. 

    Two people now, I realized, I murdered two people.