Fire.

It’s a threat, coming ever so close with every passing second.

Consuming.

Feeds on everything it touches and leaves only ash behind, with no way back to what once was.

Raging.

Takes with an anger, takes with a fury, and won’t let anything leave it’s grasp unscathed.

Burning.

Burning through the pain, burning through the hurt, and slashing you right up in it’s grip.

Seizing.

A deadly fire only seizing more and more to become bigger, just so it can seize more and more.

Fire.

The threats here and the seconds of safety are over.

Done.

All that remains of the people who lived in the house and the house itself is an echo of what was once there.

Power.

The power that fire has. The power of fear.