*Quin*

I looked at Hecate- No, this was Alex now. Pissed and sad and emotional all at the same time. Her hands burning with a fire that almost seems a bright pinkish color. I could feel the anger and hate radiating off her. There was no time to be sad, not truely sad.

No. I knew the feeling. When you were so mad that the world didn't matter.

"We need to back up."

But they already did. I was still the only one standing near the dead Savannah's body. Still besides my queen.

I quickly took the body, letting it bleed all over me.

And I ran like hell.

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*Alex*

Fire burned my fingertips. Fire burned my insides and I wouldn't stop. It didn't stop.

"Im va te tuer."

He has the gall to smirk at me. Like he thinks there's any way I'd ever let him survive after what he did. Any way I wouldn't burn him from the inside out for what he did.

I didn't care. No, I didn't care at all that I was about to destroy one of the valuable artifacts. Let it die with him. The bloody thing could burn in hell right alongside the bastard.

I feel magic rushing me from behind, and I reacted. My hand makes contact with a flying icicle, burning it instantly and splashing me with a dose of water. I fling my other arm out, hurtling a ball of bright pinkish magic fire at him.

I could feel the scar where Savannah had healed my burn. Being my own magic, it was harder to heal, stronger and like a poison. That was the reason it still hurt. The reason I could feel warmth searing in my shoulder. This was the price of my fire. My destruction. I would always feel the pain where I was burned. Good. Let me remember what love can do to you.

"You're going to have to try-"

I jump, using extended ground to push me forward, and landed a burning punch to his cheek. He shot out of the gate of the camp, leaving a searing trail of smoke and fire behind him. But I wasn't done yet. I chased him, the wind biting my cheeks and the fire burning my hands and shoulder.

Something drops on my back, pushing me to the ground and stopping me from landing the next three hundred hits I had planned.

With a swish of my hand, pure magic crushes whatever is on top of me, sending it flying.

Icicles assault me from the side, trying to impale me or at least land a real hit. I create a tornado of fire, myself being the eye, burning every plant and icicle within a ten foot radius of myself. But he's already coming at me again, throwing a chunk of rock the size of a small car in my direction. I take hold of it with my own magic, shattering it into millions of little pieces that I attack him with, hoping to do even a little damage.

I look to the trees around me, ordering them to stop or kill the man. I personally didn't care which.

He ran; but they, and I myself, gave chase. I commanded the air around me to push and the earth beneath me to throw me, using whatever momentum I could find in the scorched landscape to attack.

Now I let my pure magic tie in with the fire, making it strong and faster. The flames which used to be a neon color now changed to a shade darker, a shade more unnatural.

What used to be a light burning had changed to a deafening searing. This was my fire. The fire that burned and ate and consumed. And I didn't care.

Laisser bruler.

Fire bites back at me, black fire. Not my own.

I concentrate on the air, drawing whatever water I could from it.

"So savage for a dame."

"T'empeches de datard."

"Savage indeed. All you magicians are, I suppose. Including that traitorous bit-"

I brought a wall up in front of him, made of stone tied with pure magic. Stronger than anything your average human could build. Stronger than anything a 'strong' magician could build.

He runs through it like it's a wall of air. The stone shatters around him and, for a second, I can see a layer of black magic surrounding him.

How fitting.

"That bitch deserved to die, you know? She betrayed us both."

I ordered a pillar of fire to burn him where he stood.

He dodged, somehow, jumping to the right where I brought up another pillar. He dodged again and again, missing my fire bye just a little bit. Like he could tell what I was planning. Where the magic was going.

He turned suddenly, charging back at me. But I wasn't backing down. My hand, a roaring pain that felt like it was eating me alive, aimed itself towards his head. He ducked, sliding under me and running back in the direction of the camp.

"You know," he yelled, "with this neat book of mine, I can steal dead magicians magic. I can't wait to steal that putain's."

And suddenly the scorched ground caught on fire. A dark neon mixing with black. His darkness didn't stand a chance against my own. It ate and tore and devoured, forming a circle of fire around the both of us. Finally, finally stopping him.

He looked back at me, fear eating at the corners of his eyes.

And it felt good.

"N-no," he says, his skin blistering in the fire. In my fire. "You weren't supposed to be this strong. You weren't-" His words turn into shrieks as his body burns. "N-no! You weren't supposed to win! You-you magicians weren't supposed to win. I-I took most of your magic- I- The trap at the camp."

I let my body burn strong.

His shrieks turn into cries that sound like a dying animal.

But I keep burning him. Smoldering his flesh until the only sound I could hear was the fire.

Something grabs me from behind, stopping me.

I look back, to see Quin burying my back in his chest.

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*Quin*

The fire is hot, but it doesn't burn me, not like it did him.

"He's dead," I say in her ear.

"Not enough."

I don't even think she knows she's crying.

Something snaps and she drops in my arms. Her limiter.

The bright fire dies around us, revealing the ashes that were left for miles. She'd let everything out.

When she finally looked up at me again, her eyes were glassy with tears.

"He's gone now," I assure her, holding her close to me. "You beat him."

I drop to the ground so I can focus solely on her.

Her skin is bright, nearly glowing as she sobs into my shoulders.

"She's gone." Hecate or Alex or whoever she is now cries. "She's not- I couldn't do anything."

Her arms tie around my back, dragging her limp body as far into my arms as she could. Her hands clenching and unclenching my Black Hand uniform with whatever power she could muster.

"The others," she cries.

"Back at the camp. They stayed to help the others."

"Di-"

"You didn't hurt anyone." I brushed my hand through her hair, calming her, soothing her, doing whatever I could to distract her from everything for even a moment. "We're okay."

"I wouldn't necessarily say that."

I looked up...

To see the barrel of a gun aimed at Hecate's head.