Well, now he can nake perfectly cooked grilled cheese AND know the answer to every 5th question on a standardized test

"This isn't a power." The young man argued to a taller female.

She was of immense size, easily doubled his height. Her skin was covered in scales and fingers replaced by claws. Her glare could make the heartbeat of a lion stop and her roar could make a croc dive under water for cover. At present time she was picking her sharp teeth with her claws while chiding her student.

"Yes, it is if you've got a brain. I've taught you better than that. Besides, this is just the first one. You get another one at 21."

"Yeah, but you taught me to use martial arts and sword fighting. What use is affluence?"

"Oh, there's a use. You're just being stupid as usual and not thinking about it. I'm sure it will come to you later Slone. Don't bother me until it does." She waved him off before disappearing in a blur.

There he was left alone with this thought. Punching the wall out of annoyance and anger. She always talked down to him and he hoped he could finally be her equal today, but it was his own fault really. He pestered and begged her to take him on as a student... so far so he risked his own life to do it. Now, was his chance to prove himself. Stupid power or not. His brain raced as he made his way home.

Wrapped up in his thoughts, he was almost home when his phone dinged. One of the channels he liked on Clock Shock posted a new video. This time something about setting buzzers on people's doorknobs and watching them come home to it. It was childish, but it made him laugh. Astounding, how such a concept was raking in so many views. Even more mindboggling was the fact this channel got paid to show such simple things. I mean he could do the same with a camera and a...

The thought rang in his brain. Affluence huh? Taking very little time, he signed into his account to create his first video. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he needed to test his theory. The record button was hit and all he said was "Hi" before ending the video.

That's it. There was nothing else to it. Surely, he'd be proven wrong right?

Yet his phone pinged again and again and again. One thousand views in under a minute coupled with a message from the platform to monetize with them.

Making money is so easy. With funds like this I could live an easy life and finance in whatever I wanted to do. I could start a business, purchase stocks, or I could...

Another light bulb went off in his brain. He searched through his contacts and found Generys's name.

"What do you want kid? I'm kind of busy here." His teacher said sipping some sort of liquid.

A small smile formed on his lips as he said, "I figured it out teach."

Holy sweet Christ, this was beautiful. You painted such a vivid, wordscape of emotions, and I salute you. THIS is the kind of short story I strive to write. Simple, sweet, but deceptively impactful. Fucking amazing.

Wow… just wow

The sky darkened as I descended upon the innocent hospital. Gale force winds blew off the door and let the roaring rains in as I levitated past the desk clerk, into the back. No one dared stop me, no hero would dare answer a cry for help. I stopped at the room of the person I was looking for. The only one that had dared threaten my life. Tearing apart his door, my dark tendrils perverted the room.

"You're coming with me." I said.

"Room 6, to the left." Dr. Petermoly said nonchalantly.

"Very well."

Destroying the door to room 6, I ceased using the dark smoke that carried me and sat on the bed. After waiting for 30 minutes, Petermoly finally entered.

"Dr. Petermoly!!! ... give it to me straight."

Looking at his clip board, Petermoly approached me.

"To be frank Frank, your cholesterol is though the roof and you have 12 different variations of listeria, 8 of which no one new existed. Now correct me if I'm wrong but ..."

He was the only person I had revealed the mechanics of my powers to.

"... you get your powers from various different cheeses? The rawer the more potent? Blue cheese, the most toxic mind you, gives you multiple at once? And you eat nearly ... 20 blocks daily?"

I nod several times.

"Mr. Frank B. Wurst, I Dr. Petermoly declare that I have no possible idea how you are even alive right now. You should be insanely obese, however I guess that is the only aspect your powers help prevent.We barely broke you out of the coma last time you were here and every time you've visited it's been getting worse. Now we can deal with the Listeria by giving you the appropriate antibiotics, but you are going to have to cut back on your cheese intake."

"I cannot! I must always be on guard! You never know when the heroes shall attack! If I show any weakness, it may encourage them!"

"Then I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news ... but I think it's time you look at retirement. It'd benefit you and the doorways of this building if you take a look. I and your relatives are very concerned at the recent developments in your health Frank. Sometimes you have to know when to quit."

He handed me a brochure.

"Take a look at this. It'll ... ease you in."

Retire..... I grabbed the brochure and walked out the doorway to process the information.

"And Frank please use th-" too late, I had already ascended through the roof. Dr. Petermoly went back to his office to add a new cost to his hospital repair calculations.

I was thinking of those friendships we hold for so long that we forget many of the moments that they were built upon to begin with. Or at least I do with my garbage memory :P. I had an idea for how I'd do the beginning of the story (the summoning) as well, but at 4 AM I just wanted to get out the important bits of what I was thinking about.

It may be a touch too dramatic and have awkward word choice, but as someone who really never writes and barely reads nowadays I had a good time so big thanks to OP and such ^-^.

Posted now as a subreply now! Not incredibly proud of it but I had fun.

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Oh god LOL. I am not a writer at all so it’s super embarrassing, but sure why not. I never ended up coming with a name for the demon, so I left it blank, but it also somewhat works with the theme.

 

 

[This takes place after she falls asleep, as a retcon I imagine he summoned her a bit before dawn, having gotten up early and being too weak to do it any other time. Some smaller details are different but you can pick it up from context]

 

He watched intently as morning softened the shadows over her face. Decades of this same view flowed through his mind and out as a quiet tear. How many times had he seen that same breath, her head laid against the grass, a blanket, him? How many of these moments had he forgotten now?

He tried to push it all out of his head, but fragmented memories raced past his walls, unbidden. A musical laugh after a punchline lost to time, a content sigh, a wry grin and rolling eyes. He wished he could remember something more appropriate for the occasion, but the images warmed him against the slight breeze, and he couldn’t help a small smile.

Though they met quite a bit more often now, he still kept a few things to himself. His failing faculties embarrassed him, so he never told her that he forgot her mother’s name, or that he didn’t remember ‘that one time you…’ …what was it again?

While his body and mind continued to dull, she was as sharp as ever, and he wondered how much she remembered. If their places were swapped, what would she see, watching the slow rises and falls of his chest? What would she remember when that sight was nothing but a memory?

They had shared so much over the years. He hoped she would think of that time they went to the lake together a few summers ago, and…

The empty space that accompanied the warmth brought a sadder smile to his face.

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember anymore. And I’m sorry for not telling you about that… about, this.”

He never told her he didn’t have the power to bring her here again.

He hoped she would remember him, and forgive him. God, he hoped she’d be okay, and—

“No more hoping,” he chided himself. She had lived long before he did, and would continue to long after he died. He always knew she would be fine without him.

He slowly laid down by her side. But he did really hope she would forgive him.

 

Dawn was well underway now, and though she was a demon he always thought the light suited her quite well.

“Hey, ____, thank you for everything. I’m sorry. And I love you.”

She stirred, half-heartedly trying to open her eyes, but mostly failing.

Always a light sleeper, huh? He had wanted to watch her a bit longer. Maybe he should’ve said it quieter. But, selfishly, he really wanted her to hear it.

No more stalling.

He gently pressed his lips against hers and her eyes shot open in response. A succubus’s kiss is deadly after all. It wasn’t every day they were taken willingly.

His vision narrowed as her eyes widened. He could see her saying something, shouting now, but he couldn’t quite make it out. He saw her shake him by his shoulders, but he couldn’t feel them anymore. He saw tears of understanding begin to stream down her face.

Ha. Sharp as she was, he still managed to surprise her one last time.

He took one more look into that brilliant green.

I’m sorry. I love you.

And he was gone.

As I was walking home from work, I noticed a strange light in the sky. It was moving closer and closer, and before I knew it, I was being beamed up into a spaceship.

I was terrified and didn't know what was happening, but then I saw the alien. It was a tall, slender creature with glowing purple skin and four arms.

"Don't be afraid," it said in a friendly voice. "I'm here to take you to an intergalactic dance party. And I want you to be my date."

After some hesitation, I agreed to go to the dance party with the alien. I was both nervous and excited about the prospect of experiencing something so out of the ordinary.

The alien led me to a room filled with flashing lights and strange, pulsing music. We danced the night away, twirling and spinning through the galaxy. It was an experience I would never forget.

As the party came to a close, the alien thanked me for coming with them and promised to bring me back home safely. And as we flew through the stars, I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever see them again.

After a short while, the spaceship landed back on Earth and the alien let me out. I thanked them for the incredible experience and they smiled and waved before disappearing back into the night sky.

I walked home with a mix of emotions, still trying to process everything that had happened. I knew I would never forget the night I spent dancing with an alien at an intergalactic party.

I desperately need to find a new bacteria to ferment this milk, yet I also need to make sure it won’t kill me- I MUST keep them on their toes or I will lose this battle. But what am I supposed to do after Winnimere? You know how long it took me to get my hands on Winnimere? Do you have any fathomable idea how EXPENSIVE Winnimere is!? And guess what that got me? X-ray vision. WOw, NoW I can SeE tHroUgH wAllS! So much time, money, wasted. I’m like a virus. I give them to much time and they find countermeasures until I have nothing effective left… I need to mutate before that happens, and my only choice is to invent new cheeses… now, does use of goatmilk constitute an entirely seperate cheese, or is “goat cheese” one type of cheese?

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Yeah, after I woke up and saw all the responses to the post, I decided against it.

I liked this. Needs some polish but solid concept.

"Aw look at the little baby. He looks like he's going to pee his pants."

Billy was shoved onto the ground again. The same three bullies cornered him under the stair well. Funny how teachers never saw them as the terrors they were to him. Every time he went to one of them, they'd write him off and tell him they didn't mean it. Well, if they weren't going to help him, then he needed to help himself. So, it was the reason he stole his father's book of spells the previous night. He needed something to stop this pain and humiliation from happening every again. He didn't care he was breaking rules to reveal magic. With not a second thought, he slowly rose up to the wall. Muttering as he drew a glowing red circle on the wall.

"H-hey Billy. W-what are you doing man?"

Oh, this felt good. He could feel their fear washing over them. The clicking of their knocking knees filled him with such glee. Such so, he turned with a wicked smile to them.

"Repaying what you've done to me for so many months. Now! I call you, Oracula!"

They didn't have the gall to stay. Like frighten rats before a cat they fled through the hallways with squeaks. He'll enjoy watching them eaten in front of him.

"Go now! Kill them!"

"You want me to do what?" He heard coming next to him.

When he looked, he saw an older demon about his dad's age. He towered over him in full armor, a blood-stained blade at his side, and a bow with arrows over his shoulders. His skin possessed a burnt purple tint and his eyes glowed ever so slightly in the shadow of the stairwell. His four arms were crossed while glaring at his summoner.

Ah yes. He will show those bullies. Thought Billy.

"I want you to go kill them. They are my enemies."

The demon laughed so hard the ground seemed to shake. Casually, as he could be the demon strolled down the hallway towards the cafeteria. Billy was shocked. The demon didn't try to go after his enemies like he should, maybe he needed to be forced? Grumbling and fuming to himself, the new summoner followed his demon. When he entered, he saw all the humans were frozen in time. There sitting in the kitchen was his demon eating box upon boxes of pizza. Billy stamped into the room pointing towards him.

"Oracula! You've disobeyed your summoning. I shall punish you for such actions!"

"Easy kid." The demon said between bites. If you could call them that. "I just came off of a battlefield burning calories equivalent to at least a thousand of your gym classes you high school punks complain about. And! Refreshingly, it isn't one of your father's stupid adventures."

"But, you have to listen to me. I'm the summoner!"

The demon laughed again. "It's called a contract. Both sides need to agree to the terms. I don't believe in killing little kids for bullying. Scare them? Yes, but not kill. Here's what I'll do for you. I'll help you get stronger both physically and magically to show those bullies a thing or two while providing the light show we just pulled off. In the meantime, you only summon for this purpose or if I need to relax. The little mark on your forearm should vibrate when I need it. Does that sound good to you?"

Billy pulled up his sleeve to see the glowing circle on the spot. He figured it would look more like a tattoo when the demon left.

"And if I refuse and force you to go through with what I want?"

The demons face turned into something of a rabid animal. His brow heavy, eyes to slits, and fangs dripping.

"You possess nowhere near the power to force even a low-level demon to pick up a scrap a paper. You're lucky I was the one summoned or you'd be dead. Besides that... I'll tell your father what you were up to." His face softened once again as he laid against the pile of empty pizza boxes. "Deal?" Oracula asked while extending his hand.

"D-deal." The whole displayed frightened the young man to a shaking doe. Adding the fact of how unreasonable his father could be when angered. He could end up in Tarturas with this demon. He shook his hand realizing how he could be crushed in an instant.

"Good. Now, I better be off. Thanks for the lunch, and good luck explaining this." With a snap Oracula was gone, and everyone began to move again.

Billy realized what was done. Quickly, he turned to see the cafeteria staff angrily pointing ladles at his direction and accusing him of eating all the food.

I've got myself a trouble trainer don't I?

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This wasn't fair. I looked at the screen in front of me, a screen which should have shown a list of ten to twenty possible powers derived from the genetic test I had to submit last month, but there was only one option. It wasn't even a power I wanted. I briefly wondered what would happen if I refused and told the overseer that I didn't want any power but instead I tapped the only power shown and placed my right wrist into the large machine.

There was a gentle hiss as padded straps tightened to hold my wrist in place and then a sharp stab as I was injected with the accelerant. At school our teacher had warned us that there might be a mild burning sensation, some feverish symptoms or a sense of weakness and that all of those things were perfectly normal but aside from the pain of the needle itself I felt nothing at all. There were a stack of plasters next to the machine and when I was released from the machine's grip I stuck one over my tiny wound glumly before walking away.

Back in the classroom, the air was buzzing with excited conversations. There would have been no point even trying to run a lesson with something this big of a deal happening and so our school hadn't bothered. Nobody tried to ask me which powers I'd been offered or which one I'd chosen. Nobody even noticed that I didn't seem happy with whatever I'd been allowed to pick. Maybe if I'd known the other students better then I would've told someone but I move around a lot. I'd once only been in a school for a single month and at two and a half months, this one wasn't much better. I kept quiet and thought about my next move until it was time to go home.

"What happened at the selection?" my mother asked.

She sounded nervous and just like that any doubts I'd had that she would be as clueless as me were gone.

"You tell me." I replied coldly.

"I don't know wh-"

"My power selection was not normal and you know why. So tell the truth now. I'll know if you don't."

It was a bluff, but telepathy was one of the options for some people. She couldn't have known for a fact that it hadn't been for me.

"What happened?" she asked again and this time I decided to tell her.

"There was only one power on my list. Do you want to tell me why that is?"

She thought about her options. Maybe she was considering whether or not I was bluffing, maybe she was only trying to figure out the best way to tell me - since my power wasn't really telepathy I had no way to know. But in the end, she spoke up.

"Because you've been to your selection before." my mother said.

I tried not to let my face show any emotion but I couldn't fully surpress the feelings of alarm.

"You can't take part in a selection before you're eighteen though." I said.

My voice was level, as if I already knew the things my mother wasn't saying, but in truth I hadn't figured anything out at all.

"You are nineteen." she admitted, "I... changed your age so it would be easier to hide you. But the reason everyone is given a catalyst at the age of eighteen is because if their powers are allowed to develop without prompting then the results are less easy to predict. It can be violent and painful and I didn't know if leaving you to wait until you were a year older would be too late. So at this time last year I enrolled you in a school with the correct age, just that once. Only for long enough for you to be given a catalyst."

My head was swimming.

"Tell me why you had to hide me." I said.

"What power did y-"

"Now!" I yelled.

At this point I think she knew that telepathy was a bluff. But there are other powers out there that could allow me to get what I wanted out of her. Mind reading is one option but for everyone else there is always violence.

"Because you aren't- because some people think you aren't mine." the woman I used to think of as a mother said, "Because I took you away from people who didn't deserve you so I could love you more. Please, tell me what happened."

I felt sick and I couldn't catch my breath.

"One more question," I said shakily, "why don't I remember my first selection?"

I had a suspicion that I already knew the answer but I didn't want to believe it.

"My power is mental manipulation. I removed those memories from you and any others which could have upset or confused you. It was for your own good."

I walked towards the room's closed door.

"It wasn't your choice." I told the woman.

She didn't even apologise, she just looked at me. When she finally spoke it wasn't to say sorry or to try to explain.

"What power did you get?" she asked for the final time.

I opened the door and there was nothing beyond it. Not an empty corridor but literally just endless nothingness and darkness.

"The same as yours. I wonder why I picked it. Maybe I figured out what you'd done to me and thought this was my best option to get some answers but you wiped my memory before I had a chance. But this time I got to you first. None of this conversation has been in the real world. I needed to be sure that I could get some honesty out of you so I put you in a little room inside your head whilst we figured things out."

The woman panicked and I could tell that she was trying to control me right back but it didn't work with her locked away like this.

"I don't think you understand that what you did was wrong, that my memories were not things you had any right to play with. But I think that before I hand you over to the authorities that I can make you understand that.

Now where should I start?"

Ah. How sad she must have been when she woke up. Assuming she woke up next to him.

This courtship and friendship between two different beings reminds me of an old series I'll recommend below:

Still known as The Bartimaeus Trilogy it does have a fourth book. The writing and atmosphere are wholly unique.

This sounds like a case of a prophecy coming true because you believe it will. I bet if the stupid fortune teller hadn't said anything, everyone woulda been fine. He only even NOTICED the stray cat, I bet, BECAUSE of the 'prophecy'. And finding love? Come on, that's just a coincidence! I bet he'd count it if he found a heart-shaped object somewhere!

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Cop rolls his eyes, clearly unamused. "Kid, this is the real world, not some superhero film or 'chosen one' series. Gonna let you go."

"NO!" I shout in response. "Listen, this isn't an ordinary situation. Please, I beg you, just listen."

Cop grunts, annoyed, but nods slowly.

I know words won't convince him. So I have to show him. "Everyone's heard the stories. Demon children born to human parents. My family are very superstitious, so when I went from 'sweet innocent kid' to 'little terror', they took me to see someone."

Cop scoffs at me. "And, what, you're a demon child? Get real."

"I thought the same way, officer" I state. "I can be horrible sometimes, but a demon? Then... something happened..."

Cop raises an eyebrow. I take a deep breath and continue. "Some jerk stole from me while I was out. I ran after him and attempted to corner him. He drew a knife, then suddenly cowered... 'PLEASE! SPARE ME! I'M SORRY! I HAD NO IDEA-' I had to cut him off. Demanded to know what he was talking about. He just pointed at my hands. They were claws. I had CLAWS, sir! And I suddenly realised... I almost killed him, for being a thief... told the guy about me being seen as a child, and how I never believed it... I asked if it was my fate to be a monster, to kill without mercy..." I let my mind take control, and my hands suddenly have claws, not nails.

The officer almost falls backwards off his chair in surprise. "He said yes. So I came here. I don't even care if I LOOK like a demon, but if I can't control myself-" suddenly, I notice that I have the officer, pinned to the wall, by the neck. I fight against myself to let him go.

Another officer enters the room. "We all tried to tell you, sir, that demons are real. Normally they just try to find where hell is, but seems like he's not interested."

I nod. "That's right, I'm not. I just don't wanna hurt anyone."

"Already called the specialists for this." The new officer pulls out a gun. Somehow, I'm repulsed by it. Must be holy in some way. "Just wait."

"I want to ask something..." I begin tearing up. "My parents are good people. Why am I a demon?"

"They'd either be demons themselves or were cursed by a demon. Seems like for your parents, it was the latter."

"That's why they wouldn't have more children..." I mutter to myself, just as a group of people arrive.

Light-infused armour. Holy daggers. Enchanted chains. I gulp. I feel my demon side trying to force its way out, rear its ugly head. I feel the urge, the need, to flee, to run, to get away, however I can.

"SHOOT ME!" I yell at the officer, afraid I can't control it. I feel a sting like nothing I've ever felt before. Then, I black out.

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I wake up. I'm in a small room, lying on a soft bed. Looking around, everything is red. I also spot a camera. As I sit up, I look at my hands. They're transformed. I look in a full-length mirror. Some of my body has morphed into being demonic.

The door to my room opens. The person is wearing something on their neck. It feels powerful. "Where am I?"

"In our Demon Containment Facility. Follow me." He attaches a lead of some sort to the chain on my wrists, and gently tugs it. I follow, the sound of metal clinking on the chains of my ankles as well as my wrists. On instinct, I let out a breath of fire. He holds the pendant on his neck up, and it absorbs the fire.

We down down several corridors, before I'm taken to an area with demons in cells. Every single one is chained down, every door is infused with holy magic. I squirm, but there's no running.

I'm put into a cell. I beg them to give me zero chance of escape, I don't trust myself. Once I'm settled in and tightly chained inside the cell my enchanted cuffs, I relax on the bed, relieved and satisfied.

"Such an insult... keeping you caged like an animal..." I look around, and see a demon, on the other side. "I'd free you, but I'm not powerful enough... yet."

"I'm more free in here than as a mindless creature of evil" I spit.

"I'm sure you'll come around." He flicks his wrist. Something appears inside my cell.

I pick it up. "What's this?"

"It'll vibrate when I command it to. When it vibrates, that'll signal your one and only chance to escape." The demon leaves.

Part of me is excited, but the other part is terrified. I don't want to leave... but it may not be my choice...

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Officer White sighs "You're confessing to a murder that didn't happen?"

"That hasn't happened, yet," I tell the man.

Officer White rubs the bridge of his nose. "So you're planning a murder then?"

"Heavens no, but last Halloween, Madame Lunaria, a fortune teller from the city's New Year festival, told me three things would happen this year; I would find love, I would adopt, and I'd be the reason for someone's demise." I tell the officer, eyes watering.

"Have any of those even come true? I don't see a ring on that finger." Officer White points out.

"Yes. He's my second cousin, Marcus Love. He did one of those Ancestory tests and found out we're related and live like 20 minutes from one another. No luck on actually finding love, but that's okay. And I did adopt, a stray cat came to me in the middle of the night in March, with a hurt paw and I nursed her to health. That means the only thing left is to kill someone. I don't plan on killing anyone, but everything else came true so surely this will too,"

Officer White rubs his temple. "Any history of mental illness in your family?"

" How dare you!" I say. " I am not crazy, Madame Lunaria is the real deal. I'm asking you to lock me up for a while. Just until New Years to make sure I can't kill anyone."

Officer White shakes his head. " We can't go locking up people just because they ask, and you really don't want to be in prison, kid."

"I'm not asking for maximum security, maybe just one of those fancy white collar prisons? Or a sheriff jailcell? It'll only be for a few months. And cheaper than my apartment. You'll be doing me a favor."

" Absolutely not, now get out of here before I charge you for wasting the department's time. No crime was done, I have no reason to be talking to you." Officer White says.

I try to reason with him but I'm escorted outside.

I wait around outside the department for a few hours, hoping to convince Officer White.

The sun sets and it begins to get cold. I'm shivering and about to give up and try again tomorrow when the doors open and Officer White steps out in his civilian clothes; a worn brown leather jacket and black slacks.

"Officer White, please just hear me out," I say. Officer White sighs, "Kid, I'm off the clock. I'm going home to my wife and kid. You didn't do a crime, you're not going to do the time."

"Fine. Then..." I walk over to a trash can and reach inside. I throw some newspaper and a used coffee cup on the sidewalk. "I'm litering, that's illegal."

"A fine for littering, not jail.time," Officer White says. "Get some help," he begins crossing the street towards his car. I think a moment and find a rock, and throw it. I watch the rock make the arc and smack against Officer White's back. The man stops and turns around, not looking pleased. "Did you throw that?"

I nod and smile "Assaulting an officer is a bigger offense right? I'll be in jail for a bit, maybe even isolated?"

Officer White takes a breath and walks back over. He grabs my collar. "I don't feel like doing paperwork tonight, so you best behave yourself and get checked in to St. Mary's, they have a psychiatric ward."

I frown. "You're not going to arrest me? Come on, fucking pig. Is it because I'm white? Would you have shot me otherwise?" I poke the big man in his soft chest. "Bet a fat ass like you wouldn't be able to catch me even if you did try to arrest me. I ran track in high school." I try to get this man angry enough to book me.

Officer White's chubby face turned red with rage, maybe embarrassment or just the cold air.

"Listen here you little insufferable shit! I'm an officer of the law and you will respect me as such or so help me God I'll-I'll" Officer White clutches his chest, breathing harder than normal.

"You okay man? I was just joking. Just arrest me already."

Officer White gasps for breath and falls forward, nearly crushing me.

"Shit, HELP! Someone help!"

Officer Gregory White, 43 COD: cardiac arrest

Yeah, the wording could use some work but the concept is on point

I just stood there, my old master In front of me. We exchanged gazes, as if we could talk without words. I knew he was never able to handle it. The power was too much for him. The sword seeks its own wielder, not the other way around. He finally decide to speak. "So, have you decided?" he asked, a smirk across his face. "About what?". His smirk grew wider. "About how i'm going to kill you!" he lashed out as bolts of ice flew across the room, grazing my right thigh. I cried out in pain, but i couldn't let myself fall. Not in front of him. My eyes were fixed on his, my anger was burning so deeply that fires were coming out of my eyes. "You will pay for her death! It was your choice and yours only!" i screamed in anger as i blasted him with fire. Using his own magic against him. "You could've saved her! You could've saved them all!" i kept screaming as burning balls of fire were shooting out of my palms in his direction. I let out a cry, one with pain and anger and resentment. One that, in hindsight, i shouldn't have. I could feel the fire consume me. All of me. My skin burning. Then it all faded to black. Next thing i remember was his dagger on my chest, ready to kill me. "No!" was my only reaction. He flew back a few meters from the blast. I looked in the mirror at my hands, my skin, my hair. All fire. But he looked at me with awe and fear. "Impossible!". I don't know what happened next. But i remember seeing red. Fires everywhere. And an endless laughter as i see every inch of his study burning to ashes with him inside, unable to do anything but burn to a crisp.

This perfectly describes my first apartment, lol!