As the sun sets, the sour stench of fear and sweat fills the air. Night was fast approaching, leaving a young teenage boy dreading what to do.

Kazuto sat in the closet petrified to even leave this place. His aunt and uncle would beat him for  every little thing he did, all he wanted to do was flee. He heard his uncle yell in a bitter tone. "Kazuto! Come out here now!"

Kazuto kept silent. He didn’t know why he was being beaten or what he had to do for it to stop. All he knew was that his uncle had been fired from the military for the consumption of an illegal substance. From that time on, he would always see the hate in his uncle’s eyes directed at everyone except for Kazuto's auntie. He didn't know what type of sick and twisted relationship they had, but he did know that she much rather enjoyed to see her nephew being whipped.

The thought of never being loved by anyone  brought him to tears each time,; his parents had died when he was only three and he had been sent to live with his aunt and uncle. The more he thought about it, the more upset he became. It was the wrong place and the wrong time as it brought up the horrible memories and he wondered why he would deserve this; the rage and sadness roared inside of him as the tears began to fall faster. He began sobbing loudly and uncontrollably, which attracted the attention of his uncle.As Kazuto's uncle’s footsteps drew closer, Kazuto was unsure of what he should have done.

The closet door swung open and an icy chill flew down Kazuto's back. He felt his uncle’s large, hairy hands wrap around his ankle. He tried to grab onto something before he yelled at the top of his lungs as his uncle dragged him from his hiding place.

No -one was there to help him... He was all alone, about to take a punishment he didn't deserve. He turned around to look at his uncle’s eyes but they were flat and cold which made his soul shiver. Kazuto's uncle struck with his hand, attempting to punch Kazuto in his face. Kazuto's eyes closed, hoping it would decrease the damage when all of a sudden he re-opened his eyes and everything had stopped. "W-What’s happening.." he asked, confused.

A small voice whispered into his ear, ."Do you think your uncle  deserves a punishment for all the torture...?"

"Who are you?!" Kazuto yelled.

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"Answer my question..." the voice said in response.

"Y-yes..." Kazuto said as he looked down.

"Very well then..." the voice said before it faded away with the very last word.

Time had unfrozen.

Kazuto's uncle punched him in the face and was sent flying backwards. Kazuto slowly stood up and looked at his face in the dark window; blood had started to run down his face from a cut above his eye where his uncle had struck him. Then he glared at his uncle where he was laying on the ground, breathing heavily. "I HATE YOU!" he roared. At that moment he felt the rage building up inside of him. He bent his head down, his shoulders hunched with anger. "SO WHY DON’T YOU JUST DIE?!" His eyes turned red and his body was engulfed in blue flames but within seconds the flames went out.

Kazuto looked around himself before opening, his hands to see a blue flame dancing on his palm. He stood there amazed for a bit. His uncle looked astonished, absolutely lost for words, but eventually regained his senses and tried to move away, reaching for a bottle"You can't hurt me anymore,." Kazuto said as tears fell from his eyes.

Kazuto's uncle gulped. "You're a monster..."

Kazuto looked down. "I guess I am,” ." he said as he bent down to set him ablaze with the flame burning in his hand

Kazuto stood there for a bit;, had he really just killed his uncle? Was this the end of his reignrein? Was he safe? He looked around. Where are was his auntie? Had she seen what had happened.? Kazuto shook his head, realizing he needed to kill her too. He then dashed up the stairs to her bedroom; he had heard the door shut earlier. He kicked the door open and as he moved into the room he heard her say, "Kazuto...? What are you doing here...? Where’s your uncle?"

Kazuto walked towards her and whispered, "Dead."

Kazuto's auntie’s eyes widened as tears fell from her eyes. "You..." she began, but her words trailed off She slapped Kazuto. "You're a murderer!" sShe screamed.

Kazuto stood there and  smiled. "Well, who's to blame for that?" hHe said, letting the fire appear in his hand.

"I wish you died instead of your parents!" she cried, with her voice breaking.

Kazuto walked back to the door before he threw a small fireball over his shoulder at his auntie.

30 minutes later.

Kazuto's tried to use his flame again but nothing came. He was now calmed down while he was cleaning up the blood on his face the thoughts came across his mind. What.. Have i done?! D-Did they really deserve to die?  What if the police find out?! How am I going to survive? All these thoughts raced through his head but he  knew one thing for sure: he had to run.Kazuto took his uncle and auntie’s money and changed into some new clothes before he ran into the pitch black night.