It’s Broken pt. 2 @hollyxhorn
The rioters fire was no match for Morgan’s flames. He fend off the hoard nearly till daybreak from his perch atop the grocery store. Puffing into ash to access the ventilation system and appearing out the other side in one piece, raising both palms and searing any flesh close enough to be struck. He didn’t sweat, or tingle, by now his abilities were part of his physical form. Both hands facing the ground he propelled himself with fire and smoke, back on his vantage point. Daybreak was three hours away, but Morgan couldn’t rest, between all of this he’d tried to call his sister. Was only thwarted by the mass and a responsibility to protect what little property this small town had. It couldn’t afford to lose such a resource--not when he had the power.
Finally. A text. A location. Morgan could trust not one hunter would come near the building for the remainder of this. He was stealthy, but once out of the area Morgan was fueled off the fire till whisps of smoke ran thin. By then, he had arrived, his body shook from exhaustion and worry, “Holly! Holly!!”