Jordan knelt on the ground, looking at everything with fear and incomprehension. The entire world around him was on fire. The flames turned the sky red, the color of blood. I don't know why I love this color. The screams of those whose throats I had cut with my own hands filled the air.
Jordan, trying to regain his strength, said, "The prison administration won't leave you?"
I sat down in front of him, put my hand on his chin, and the other on his soft hair. I smiled at him and said, "I'm the one who won't leave them."
I picked up one of the men's heads from the ground and placed my hand on it. "Transformation." The face changed to my own. "And they." My shape changed again to the face of Jordan's personal assistant. "You will come with me to see your family."
Jordan was in shock at what was happening. He thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest.
