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Walking swiftly through the crowds, I make my way towards the tallest building of the largest city. People are skirting around me now, avoiding the red haze that surrounds my body. A large grin splits my mouth like a garish wound, how ugly the human face! A few children are foolish and get too close. Easily I toss them back, cries winding from their lips and rising on the wind like howls from a dying coyote. Their mothers scoop them up and continue on, no one else gets near.

The human body is so frail I can't help but wonder how I came to posses such magnificent power! It burns through my veins like the hate burns through my mind. The hate that consumes me even as I walk towards the front doors of the building, the security guards stopping in their tracks to hault my ascent.

I hate them! I hate them all! They will all perish, just as every great civilization before them. Everyone stares, stares with their beady little eyes, their mouths agape like nothing more than the fish they eat. Gasping for breath, these creatures will perish! They will all taste a bit of the acrid hate that burns in my mouth as I spit on someones shoe.

Yelling, shouting, screaming comences, someone had dared to raise a hand against me! His eyes bulge from his head as I squeeze his entire body with just a thought. Blood spurts from his nose and mouth, his eyes finally popping out of his head. The sound of bones crunching is so loud that it almost drowns out my hysterical laughter! Ha ha ha! Foolish humans! Don't they know anything?! Anything!

His limp body falls to the floor and kick it aside as I once more move on, up to the elevator and straight to the top floor. The roof is wide and open, only a few cables holding a large satallite in place impede my way to glorious, miraculous salvation.

Walking to the edge of the roof, I climb on top of the wall and look down, people standing at the bottom, everyone whispering about the dead man inside. How fickle! They have no idea that they will be joining him in their own hell. Raising a hand, the grin on my face stretches so far it hurts, as a small ball of fire ignites and burns in my palm. It grows, slowly, slowly, slowly. Until its as large as my own head and I look down, chuckle softly, and with a small smile, release the ball of fire.

"Burn!" I scream at the masses as women, children and men all run around screaming from the flame falling, growing, towards them. "BURN!"

And they do. The mass of fire hits the ground and along every street, every alleyway fire ignites. The roads and streets, highways and alleyways, all become rivers of fire. Their screams are shrill as they all burn alive, the smell of burning flesh and hair fills the air as smoke rises into the sky.

Every creature that sided with them, became stupid because of the humans touch burn as well. Dogs, cats, fish, birds, cattle, horses. Screams of terror, pain and death. Oh its beautiful. A bedtime lullaby to dream to.

Someone is standing behind me and I know its him. So I lean back against his strong form, laughter filling the air as I tilt my head back and rest it on his shoulder. One last person is screaming below, screaming about their baby, their baby. My laughter subisdes as I peer over the edge again and view a woman holding up the burnt corpse of her child, her own flesh dripping away from her skull in flaming clumps. My chest hurts I laugh so hard. Its hysterical how ridiculously protective mothers get over their children.

"Come. There are many others to remove from this place. We must make haste."

I nod and move away from the edge, grabbing a hold of his hand and getting back onto the elevator. We make it to the bottom of the hundred and fifty story building and walk along the smoking streets of Chicago, heading for the next stop on our tour around the world. Oh, but the Earth shall once more belong to itself. No more will it be ridden with the virus of the human species.