A/N: It's been a while, and for that, I apologize. Finals are a bitch. Alright, chapter two. Version two. If you read the other chapter two, trust me, this one is waaaay better. Actually well written, and spaced out well for the 500 or so words that it is. I know, I know, I said I'd try to update every two days or so, but I lied. It's been, like, a month. But whatever, I hope you enjoy it just the same, and don't forget to drop a review. I'd really appreciate it. Much love, Dex.

I awoke. A state of confusion ran through me, until the events of the previous night bestowed themselves. The unmitigated annihilation of anybody I had ever known. I had never been one to express my emotions; I had always been one to hold them in. I figured that right now, it would be a good time to do just that.

Upon opening my eyes, I saw I was in the same place as the night before. Something felt different, though. I felt different. Capable, yet somehow very vulnerable. Even the grass seemed to shy away at my mere existence. Or, rather, what was left of my existence. The nights prior events no longer just bestowed themselves, they hit me like a train. I looked at the dark surrounding, and the hole into the mountain, but never really saw anything. I only saw the memory of that sky, raining its merciless fire upon the people I had known, the ones whom I had befriended, the ones who I had grown to love. Those many, were no longer many. In fact, there were no longer few. There were none of those same people I had known, the same people I had loved, no. They were melted like plastic onto the floors of their burnt houses, their belongings scorched and strewn. I could see it; the picturesque scene of war. The one and only thing that killed so many to accomplish so little.

I wasn't angry at the men who had killed all I had ever known, only disappointed in them. Only following orders, they would say. No longer holding back my sense of hopelessness, the grief that I told myself I would not feel, got to me. A single tear escaped my eye. I let it fall. The tear hit a blade of grass, but rather than harmlessly sliding down the blade, it set it alight. One after the other, I saw each blade light, the fire spreading faster and faster. It encircled me, but it didn't burn me. Rather the opposite, actually. It was cool the touch. It wasn't a red-orange monster of a fire, no, it was a greyish blaze.

The fire engulfed nearly all of the ground, and spread up through the trees. It slowly crawled up my body, soon covering every inch of my skin. The fire felt oddly natural; as if it were a part of me. With curiosity, I tried to control it. I willed it to my hand, and it obeyed. The fire withdrew from the ground and the trees, and drew up my body, and concentrated in my palm. The fire still covered my body, but I was more interested in the grey ball of fire in my palm. It floated maybe a centimeter above my hand. I looked into the swirling, mesmerizing ball of grey, and saw myself. My eyes were bleeding, and I was coughing up blood. I saw myself struggling to speak, but I managed to get one word out. A name, rather.

"Frisk.." I said, the life leaving my body. The longing in my eyes faded to nothing. I looked up from my palm. I heard the sound of crunching grass behind me. Someone was there. I turned, and saw a short figure. This guy again.

"that was quite impressive, kid." he said, in a curious, but still menacing voice.