“Enough of this. Start talking,” the Hunter said with a growl in his voice.
“Or what? You already have me in custody,” Violet Blair said, looking over at him from the passenger seat. Her wrists were tied and bound to the door. This can’t be safe, she thought.
Without a word, the Hunter reached over from the driver’s side and grabbed her arm.
“What are you…oww that burns!” Violet watched his hand turn a searing red.
“That,” the Hunter said, “is what it feels like to have your own power used against you.”
Tears blurred her vision as she cried out in pain. “Please, stop.”
“Not only can I quench your abilities, but I can borrow them, as long as you’re in close proximity.”
The Hunter removed his hand, leaving a white hot mark in its place.
“What do you want from me?”
“We have a long drive ahead of us. Tell me how you became what you are. Tell me how you came to be trapped in a car with me, on our way to your end.”
For the month of October, I’ve joined a writing challenge called Writober. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, we write something and send it to the entire group. For Writober, I’ll be continuing the series I’ve started about a tough pyro named, Violet Blair.