Phoenix Fire

Prologue

THE BEGINNING OF THE NIGHTMARE

When I was taken to the hellhole called The Abbey, I didn't expect to get friends and people who I cared about and would love to be there. I was amazed, and still am. I found the people I would call friends and foes that first day. But…it was still hard. They helped me through everyday and, even if they didn't realize it, they helped me become who I am today. They helped me accept what I had become and what I was going to be, a mass weapon to destroy the earth with.

The Day of Recognition

I was born in a small town at the edge of Moscow. My parents where hard workers and barely had time for me.

On my 7th birthday, my dad gave me a ruby cut into the shape of a bird. It was beautiful. I started crying until I could barely see. I hugged him so hard that he lost feeling in his arm.

He told me he saved up a lot of money to get the perfect gift. And it was. But…it was also the last gift I got from my mother and father.

That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a shatter from the kitchen. I jerked right up from my bed and ran to my door and threw it open.

I heard a scream that sounded like my mother, and then a deafening noise that made me scream.

I heard my father cry out as well. He screamed my mother's name, but half way through it, the same noise and then…a thud.

It was so still and silent, that I thought I had become deaf. That's when I heard the pounding of footsteps coming up the hallway. They stopped right in front of my door.

I tried to stay as silent as I could, but when he burst the door open, I let out a squeak of surprise.

The man came up to my bed and pulled out his gun and shot it at my head twice before the walked out of the door.

I lay there in shock. I cried but didn't make any movement to wipe the tears away. The man had missed my head by a centimeter and the second shot hit me slightly on the upper shoulder. It was pouring warm liquid all down my shirt and on to the bed.

Then…I had this warm feeling come over me. It made me feel like I was on fire, but it didn't hurt me at all. It felt…nice.

That's when I wiped out.

When I woke up, I was by my mother and father's side, drowning in their own pool of blood. I stared at them for the longest time.

I looked up sometime later and saw the dead body of the man that tried to kill me and killed them. He had weird burn marks all over his body, but no sign of a fire was anywhere in the house. He had scratches and blood pouring out of them.

I looked back at my mother and father and started to cry harder.

I let out an animalistic scream and just kept screaming.

I wiped out again.

This time when I woke up, my dead family didn't greet me. Instead, it was a white room with people fussing around me with boards and wires. One woman looked at me and let out a relieved sigh. She said something but I didn't catch it. I was still sort of out of it.

When I fully woke up, they told me about my parents and how when they got there they were already there. They kept saying sorry and the one who saw me wake up hugged me. I cried on her shoulder for 30 minutes or so. She let me; she didn't even try to move.

When I was done crying, she let me sleep some more.

From that night on, I always dreamed of my dead mother and father's faces staring at me with pure rage on their faces. They kept repeating silently, 'Why didn't you stop him from killing us?".