I Am Chaos

Ember

They circled me, six black silhouettes, rifles and batons at the ready, boots pounding the tile in a rigid rhythm. I crouched low, teeth flashing, muscles coiled, pulse thrumming with the hum of my gift. The tension was electric, delicious, a predator staring down its prey. Only they didn’t know they were already prey.

I moved before they could react. A blur. I spun low, ducking a gun, slamm