From out of the Flames

The last thing I remember is the girls playing with my hair. It is curled on my forehead and they stroke it gently while I fall asleep. I wake up suddenly, my body wracked with hot piercing pain.

Im in a car thats hurtling through the night, and all around me is darkness. Im lying across someones knees. The pain intensifies and shoots hot, raking talons down my body as I hear hideous screaming. It...