005. Just another fire

The creature inside unleashed an inhuman roar and a black tentacle, slick with sweat shot through the wall of smoke and latched itself onto one of the officers. Barbs cut through textile, flesh and bones and his body went limp.

Margaret's' eyes welled up as she willed herself forward. The roar of her flamethrower echoed that of What-Once-Was-Jason.

Vacation photos and iPads and clothes blackened or burned. That sofa in the living room? They brought that home less than a week ago.

It's not tears, dammit. It's just smoke. Jason had lost control before. Anger ran through his veins. It hid in his blood.

This wasn't the first time she burned everything they owned just to remind him who's in charge.

Hell, this wasn't even her first time with a flamethrower.