Crimson

How do you want to die? questioned Patrick, standing six feet behind Jack. Burned to a crisp, fried, or just, blasted into oblivion? Patrick suddenly, let go, a small charge of lightning, from his fingertips, to prove his point.Can''t we talk it over? asked Jack, as he dropped the knife.Patrick thought for a second, then, said You''re toast, and let go a charge of electricity, that slammed into Ja...