Bart was shock, he couldn't beleive his eyes. It never occur to him the consequences of failing. And now he could find nothing where once he had found a secret joy. Gone. The cozy house in Manchester where he had lived with his 'Uncle' was gone, crumbled to broken ashes streamed across the harsh ground. "Where.." his voice trailed off and a foreboding lump rose in his throat, "where is everyone?" Only the wind answered, cold and unforgiving. [it's your fault] He turned, lifting his hands defensively. "Who-who's there?" [all is gone, all is lost] "Come out, or I swear...!" [everything is falling down, falling down, falling down] A cloud of dust and fire streaked from the ground, a misty figure calmly walking out toward him. A muscle in his stomach clenched as Bart found himself staring into his own eyes. [power corrupts if it isn't used wisely] his 'self' blazed in Bart's mind. [use it wisely]
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Sitting abruptly in his bed, Bart's chest rose and fell in time with his rapid heartbeat. Raising a trembling hand to his forehead, he calmed himself. Slipping out from under the covers, his toes curled at the cold floor and he pulled a sweater on, creaking open his window. Escaping into the cold weather, he let the wind soothe his soul.