A/n Sorry I haven't written much lately because I have been busy 'revising' for exams.

The next thing I knew was that I was no longer in that room but somewhere else full of strange people. What was I doing here? How did I get here? I looked around at my surroundings and saw many men and women all looking at the same man; the man with all the authority. And I was sitting beside him. Why was I next to him? Who was he? Someone important but the name continues to escape me.

The feeling of fear, of dread, settled deep within me and something else I couldn't quite explain. I pondered over what the feeling could be. It was dark and consuming. I turned to look at the man beside me. The feeling grew darker and red hot. It was then I realised that I feared and hated this man but the reason why continued to escape me. The words I hate you flowed through my mind, slipping out as quickly as it came.

Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer. Sharp, burning pain seared through my arm. He leaned closer to me and whispered "I know".

What did he know? Had he heard my thoughts? What was going on? A sharp pain hit my head and I couldn't think clearly. Something was stopping me from knowing. What wasn't I allowed to remember? Instinctively, my hand reached for something on my neck but nothing was there. It felt empty. Something was missing.

It just clicked and suddenly I became more aware of my surroundings. My senses heighten and the background noise of the room got louder and louder. It was consuming me, deafening me, paralysing me. The overload of noise was too much for me to bear. I was drowning in the sea of voices, unable to make out anything in particular.

Then, as clear as day, the voices died downed as I managed to focus on one voice in particular. "Why is he letting a witch whore pollute our cause? She is weak and pathetic. Why doesn't he just get rid of her?" It took me a second to realise that the voice was talking about me. I scanned the crowd of people looking to see who spoke those words. One particular Warlock caught my eye. I just knew that it was him, that the words had come from but I hadn't seen him moving his lips. It was then I realised that I had heard his thoughts.

Once I had the target for my anger, it amplified. It grew until it consumed me. How dare he think those thoughts about me? How dare he insult me?

Suddenly the room began to violently shake. I stood up and focused all my hate on this one pitiful warlock. He wouldn't know what was going to hit him. I extended my arm and shot fire out towards him. The flames engulfed him and his screams echoed throughout the room. His pain gave me pleasure and a sense of belonging. His human shell was reduced to a pile of ashes which swirled around in the wind that was gathering within the room. Out of his shell rose thick black smoke; the very essence of his being. I threw a fireball at it; wanting to destroy him completely. It caught alight with a deep purple flame and violently exploded; sending the demons near what was left of him flying back. I laughed at this display; it was extremely comical to see them fall like dominos.

I wasn't finished yet; far from it. I enjoyed watching them being helpless. My anger fuelled me. Dark clouds gather above my head and the room shook more violently. Winds violently whipped around. The sound of thunder rumbled quietly. Due to the force of the winds, some of the demons were violently pushed against the walls and windows. Shattered glass lay everywhere. None could avoid its sharp edges; not even I but I was beyond caring. The winds picked up the glass; no one was safe. The glass cut into the demons; blood splattered across the lovely broken windows. Some even landed on my face. I was enjoying the show; it gave me the feeling of strength. I didn't even notice as my blood trickled down my lip. I was too busy conjuring up faster and stronger winds.

"Leave, all of you. Now", shouted a voice beside me. It was like the voice was an object itself and rippled through the air. The demons that were still living did not need to be told twice and left in their own special ways.

I was drained by those words. I couldn't stand still and my body was swaying. My hands were shaking beyond my control. I fell into open arms.

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