Darren stared blankly at the corpse on the ground before him for a bit, processing what he was looking at. Slowly anger began to build within him. Anger at the bus driver, anger at the passengers, anger at the College professors, anger at the Firefighters nearby. As this anger grew the air around him gained an orange hue which flickered like the flames engulfing the building around him. Filled with anger, Darren stood, tossing his discarded body across the room, which collided with a sickening crack, the half revealed bones cracking on impact. Raising one arm, the boy lifted his arm and punched the nearest wall, which burst outward from the force. Darren exited through his make-shift exit, orange aura still surrounding him.