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 Jack's chest, dazing him. Patrick glanced up at Rose, and stated, Come on, Lassie, it's time, we left this dump.