Manfred's POV:
"Ah, you finally decided to show up," My father boomed, still staring out of the huge window behind his desk. I couldn't think of anything out there that was interesting to look at.
"Yup." I replied, popping the 'p'. I flopped down on the chair and waited for him to turn and face me.
"I've noticed you've become quite associated with the Anderson girl."
Oh god, no.
"Well, its just came across to me that the girl's endowment is more powerful than the great Borlath himself!"
"What are you saying?" I asked suspiciously.
"I'm saying that she could be a very useful asset for us."
"So…?"
"Son, I need you to befriend her, lure her to our side. We can't let that wretched Charlie Bone get her first."
I instantly felt angry at his words. He was talking about her like she was some sort of worthless object. I wanted to hit him so badly, and defend her. But I just nodded.
"Oh, and do remind her of that assignment we gave her. We need her answer."
They were still going through with that? Of course. Summer might be very powerful, but he was more powerful and experienced. I nodded once again.
"Excellent! You may depart."
Summer's POV:
"Hey, Summer!" Manfred said, putting an arm around my shoulders.
"Are you high on drugs or something?" I asked, shrugging his arm off.
"Nope, I was just wondering if you were actually going to go through with the very special assignment."
Oh so that's all what he wanted.
"No way. It's probably some scheme that involves me and death!"
He paused for a few seconds before walking off in the opposite direction.
That was weird.
Manfred's POV:
Could she be in danger if she does go through with it? Luckily she's not. I sighed as I swatted a fly out of the way. If she were in danger, they would tell me.
Yeah right.
I sank lower in my chair and peered out the window. It was raining again. Probably the Torsson boy. I swatted another fly out the way, but instead of flying away, it burst into small flames. I sat upright and studied the room to check if anyone was in here except me.
I only knew two people who could do that. Borlath and Summer. It wouldn't be Borlath, so maybe it was Summer. But she wasn't in the room. Maybe it was me? Or was I imagining things?
I sank back down in the soft chair. The fire in the fireplace crackled loudly. In my
hands was Summer's file. I didn't really know why I had it. I threw it back on my desk, just as flames erupted from my hand, missing the file by inches and reaching the tip of the door.
Did I really just do that?
I tried again, flicking my hand toward the window. This time, bigger flames exploded from my hands, but thankfully, didn't touch the window. What the hell? Was I getting another endowment or was I dreaming?
Clap.
Clap Clap.
Clap Clap Clap Clap.
I swivelled round to face my father.
"Bravo!" He boomed with a huge grin on his face.
"What's going on?" I asked slowly.
"I think you've got a second endowment."
A second endowment?
"I don't understand." I muttered, staring at my hands.
"Why, son, I think you've inherited the great Borlath's endowment of pyrokinesis."
"Pyro what?"
"You're a fire starter."
A Few Weeks Later and Summer's POV:"Have you heard about that girl?" Olivia asked.
We were sat near a big oak tree with Andrew and Charlie. It was hot and sunny this morning, so the shade helped to cool us down. I was just finishing off a History project that was due in today.
"What girl?" I asked without looking up.
"Linda Bennett, I think she's in my English Class."
"What happened?" Charlie asked with curious eyes.
"Apparently she was one of Manfred's victims."
"What else is new?" I muttered.
"But this is different! Apparently he has another endowment."
I dropped the project I was working on and stared wide-eyed at Olivia.
"It's true. He's got some weird fire power now." Andrew said.
"Are you guys serious? Does he actually…kill them?"
"No, though I wouldn't be surprised if he did. He just burns them a little to teach them a lesson."
Suddenly the bell rang, signalling the end of break and startling me. We got up, brushing the freshly mown grass off our capes. I couldn't believe it. He had another endowment to torture people with. Like he deserved it anyway. I sighed in frustration as I stomped to my next class.
After an agonizing few hours in class, it was finally supper. The whole time in class, I been debating whether or not to confront Manfred about what he was doing was cruel. I had come to the final agreement with myself to confronting him when I next see him. I was walking down the corridor, only to bump into the spawn of the devil himself.
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