8 8. Fire in the hole

Before someone even get to kick my door, I opened it wide, making whoever it was lose their balance and fall face first on the floor. He quickly regain from his fall and quickly stand up.

"Tempest! How dare you-" I had already grabbed the slicing knife on the the table before making my way to the door. I quickly hold it out to his neck.

"Another fellow calling me tempest. Who are you?" I asked, even when I already know what he was going to say. But just in case...

"I am under the order of dark queen, to bring your head-" and that's it. Swiftly, slashed my knife on his head. i knew it! I didn't dream about it!! Whatever happened was real and magical world does exist. But somehow any traces of them vanished into thin air.

Are they stupid or what? What does that queen doing on her throne? Collecting these garbage underling even me without superpower could handle them?

"And that is why, I always sent my shadow first before I enter" the same voice came from outside of my door. He was leaning on the door with an arrogance smug look on his face.

"Hmm" he look at me from top to bottom, as if his eyes undressing me slowly. The guy was indeed had his own charm and pretty much beat the average looking guy. But still, he came here to kill me plus with that shrewd eyes that full with pervert thoughts, will never even enter in my 'occasionally f**k list buddy'.

"If you continue that, I would have to gauge your eyeballs"

He laughed out, as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

"Weakling, don't be too proud for killing bunch of evolved ogres. They are the lowest in the rank. While me on the other hand.... held much higher than them. I am two ranks higher than them" he puffed his chest out. Like a baboon. My god, what a vain man.

"Oh, I thought it would be much higher. Say, like ten ranks away. That's all huh? Let me guess, I'm your ticket to rank up." I smiled condescendingly, deliberately goading him.

"I have you to know,-"

"That you are talking too much and I'm guessing I know why you only two rank above them" I cut him before moving forward and kicking him. He easily shield my kick and he clicked his tongue.

"You think this will work on me? You have to do better than that, weakling" he punch his hand and it landed on my face. Damn, if my ears didn't ring and caused my brain to momentarily stunned. That hurt like son of a b**ch.

I swing my hand which was only blocked by him. He hand chopped my wrist making me dropped the knife.

"Never underestimate your opponent, weakling" he laughed.

"Thanks for the advice,but I'm not planning to die tonight." I grab the knife back but my respond was too slow, I didn't get to block his fast kick. I was thrown back inside my house and crashed on my dining chair. The guy lazily walk inside and look around. Then his eyes zoomed to a picture on top of the drawer. It was the picture of me, my little brother, and both of my parents.

I lost them when I was ten. They went to plan me a birthday surprises only to die in an accident and their cars dropped from a bridge . It was raining heavily that night and nobody could find their bodies..

I really don't like people touching my things especially that picture.

"Hands off from the picture, ba**ard"

He raised his eyebrow.

"Oh this?" He touched it and deliberately dropped it down.

Rage boil in my blood, making me angry. I was burning hot, and I wanted to cut that hand into pieces for doing just that. I jumped at him and punched right to his solar plexus. My cold eyes trained on him.

It was then i notice his eyes widen before slowly dropped down to see where I had punched. We both did.

My punched went through him, making a big round hole. I looked at it and saw my hand was burning with orange fire, I quickly retracted it. I was staring at my hand like it had grown another eyes. Nope. It was glowing and on fire, to be exact! I want to make it stop but it didn't.

"Imp-ossible! You are not supposed to wield elemental power."

How the heck I should know what am I supposed to? As far as I'm concerned, I'm not even supposed to know about their existence or even try to fend them off from killing me.

I quickly schooled my face and punch his head.

I need to end this fast and get my hand that is currently-on-fire-like-a-grilled-barbecue-meat, to stop whatever it is doing. Though its feels warm and not ringing any pain receptors bells, My mind can't stop worrying.

He dropped down hard, as half of his face was gone. Ugh. I am not going to look at it. A corner glance was enough, or I wont have any space in my stomach for my late dinner.

Just to be safe, I made a swift small cut on my finger and let it drop on his wound. The body slowly turned to blacken state and stop moving. I ran to the kitchen, and filled the sink with water before dipping it all inside the sink.

To no avail. It was still burning. It even boiling the water to vapour. I couldn't believe it, even when I'm seeing it with my own eyes. It's impossible and downright crazy! How do you stop this??

I felt something cold touch me and my hair stood up. I look around just to check what made me feel like that. Oddly,nothing there. I shrugged and paced around. The gear of my thoughts turning fast, trying to come up with solution. It's common fact that you fight fire with water. But when water don't work? What should you do? Soil or sand. A lot of it.

I ran out and punch my hand into the damp soil. Hoping that this time it will stop the fire on my hand.

I took it out after waiting for five minutes.

And its still there, mocking me.

"Arghhhh!!! Are you kidding me?! How the heck can I stop this?" I scream out loud just to vent my anger out. I'm pissed and I really want to beat some one up right now. It's all that dark queen fault, I thought.