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Moira woke.

"Woah Mum, it's just m- Mum! What are you doing?!"

Moira seized him by the wrist and forcibly dragged him right out the door. She didn't care that he hadn't finished ironing his shirt and was topless. She didn't care that she was still in her nightie. "We're getting out of here, [i]NOW[/i]."

"What?!"

"I'M NOT GOING TO WATCH YOU DIE AGAIN!" Moira shouted, not turning to look at him. He was resisting, of course he was. And he was a fairly strong man, since he had her blood in his veins. But she was stronger.

Chimneys fell, buses shot past, a man with a knive ran by. Moira knew exactly when to dodge, when to duck down an alleyway. She had seen them all happen before. And she could remember every single one with extreme clarity.

They turned another corner. Of course Moira knew Clockwork Town like the back of her hand, she had lived there for 22 years. She singlemindedly charged through the cobblestone streets, not even noticing the towering lion of a man who tried to call out to her.

"Mum, you're being a psycho!" Sonny shouted to her angrily, still trying to wrench his hand free. "Pack it-"

A massive firon loomed over them both, it's body burning with red-hot flames. It growled, it's snarl causing the ground to rumble beneath them, before swinging out with it's tail. Sonny froze on the spot, but Moira moved instinctively to push him out of the way...

Only for the tail to dissipate into smoke as it touched her. Moira blinked a couple of times, holding her hands before her, only to whip her head around towards her son.

Blood streaked the wall he had struck, his lifeless eyes staring straight ahead.

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[i]Please... please stop...[/i]

Syed hunched over, screwing his eyes shut and pushing his palms against his ears. The light was blinding, the screams were ear-piercing, and... and he could hear flames.

He could still feel it though. The electricity. He could feel it picking up entire tables, chairs, destroying ceilings and walls and everything inbetween. It was stronger than he remembered. A lot stronger. He'd always managed to repress it, to the point where all but those he was closest to didn't even know he had magic. But here? He didn't have a chance.

He daren't look, even if it didn't hurt so much to even crack an eye open. He could hear well enough. How the screams of fear were now screams of agony, and how there were far too many of them for it to just be the two remaining kids. The smell of burning wood. The cracking of the lightning above as even that reacted to his ever strengthening emotions.

[i]Just stop! Stop, please![/i]

He gave out a cry of anguish, staggering back blindly a few steps. It was out of control, burning and electrocuting everything within range indiscriminately. He couldn't... he couldn't stop it. He couldn't hold it back. The chain which anchored him to the front of the classroom became unbareably hot, and a good part of him wished it would just hurry up and end it.

His back struck the blackboard, and he slid down to the floor. He couldn't stop it. They were [i]dying[/i], and it was all his fault. He clenched his fingers in his hair, tears running down his face as he fought and fought, with no avail.

He was a monster.