"What who did?" she smiled sadly,
"You know what he did Casey," she said softly, "you don't need to see it.
A confusing jumble of images passed my eyes in an instant, impossible to decipher: pain, anger, red, light , an explosion, screaming shouts, pain, the body of a young man on the floor was shuffling backwards. His eyes locked on me, his hand raised in a pathetic gesture of protection as my hand was raised and lightning consumed him.
"I don't know," I whispered,
"You do, you just don't want to see it."
"Are they dead?" She nodded sadly. My hand dropped to my sides in defeat and I sank down to sitting on the floor, tears streaming from my eyes.
"I'm sorry" she said gently and instantly I felt a wave of red-hot anger,
"No you don't pity us." I snarled in an instant. I jumped to my
