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[center][color=f7941d][i][h3]The flames.[/h3][/i][/color][/center]
They had returned every night since he had signed up for that bloody project. The screams of Marie-Ann, Abel, and little Rosie that he had never actually heard. Their desperate cries of help. His guilt, knowing he had caused it. He could feel the heat, and he too tried to scream. But he had lost his voice. And now he was falling, the walls of [color=f7941d]flames[/color] rising up around him.

Calixto woke up in a sweat that morning, like the others. But this time, it was different. Today he would be a guinea pig, a lab rat, a test subject. He had thought over this many times over the course of a week, it seemed like a dream to him. Something that would've happened in a movie or a show on the telly. 

But here he was now, being escorted with others down and down and down and down into the facility where he would either gain strange powers or he would die. Here he was now, about to be experimented on.
Five, four, three, two, one....

Those [i]damn[/i] [color=f7941d]flames[/color] had returned again. But they weren't all around him this time. They were [i]within[/i] him. And this time, they were real. The searing pain of [color=f7941d]flames[/color], coursing through his body. This time, he was allowed to yell and scream. But no one would help him. He had chosen to do this to himself. Was this what it had been like for the [color=f7941d]flames[/color] to surround his family? His voice grew scratchy and faded, but that's when he could scream the most. His body shook violently, uncontrollably against straps. He strained against them, unable to move, which only made him scream more. 

This was it for him. Breath out, and breathe in because this is the end. This was where he would be relieved from that pain; from [color=f7941d]flames[/color] coursing throughout his body in this moment and from the memories he had created when he was so little. Cal was wrong though. He wouldn't be relieved from his life just yet. But after what felt like a long tormenting and hellish several hours, the pain flickered out.

Dazed, sweaty, a mess, and a little bit dizzy, Cal was escorted to the main room. There he fell against the wall and slid down to the floor, mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted, to wait for what was to come next. Yes, walking in this laboratory had felt like a dream to him. But now he was unclear if it actually [i]was[/i] reality, or if he had finally gone insane from his past haunting him.

He felt different. [i]Warmer[/i], like those [color=f7941d]flames[/color] were still there. Like they were just hiding for now. He gave out a huff of breath, letting his head hang as others were brought in.

Yes, those fucking [color=f7941d]flames[/color] had returned and now they were staying for better or for worse.