Enraging Flames

(Jason's POV)

"Who the hell does that shithead think he is?" I said aloud as I looked at the river, "I don't know what his gain is, but I'm sure as hell not gonna let him order me around."

I was sitting on a rock, by the river. For some reason, I felt so damn frustrated. After that meeting with Jellal, I was in an even worse mood. I couldn't stand the though of him just telling shit that I didn't care about.

I don't care about Grimoire Heart and Hades and whatever the fuck he does with 7 Kin of Purgatory. I don't care if Cobra or Midnight joined them. I don't care about the two mystery members. And I sure as hell don't give a shit about Zancrow and his catatonic state. I did say I wanted him to die and rot in hell.

If Hades wanted war, he could have one. I don't care. I'll go to them myself and destroy their shit by myself if I need to. I don't mind throwing down with a crowd of assholes, let them come. I don't care if I got a bounty of my head, it doesn't put me on edge.

No, it's not them that frustrates me. It's something else. I can't put my finger on it.

I let out a frustrated sigh, "Fuck." I said, "What the fuck is all this bullshit."

I stood up and looked at my hands. For some reason, they felt like they were shaking but they weren't. It was probably my imagination. I wonder what the hell was wrong with me.

I felt a serious unease.

I've had several recurring dreams. They felt like flashbacks and memories, but why? I had no idea what they meant and I couldn't barely remember them.

The one that bothered me the most was the same one from back then. The one with the two women. One was yelling at me while the other one hugged me.

What the hell did any of that mean?

"Fuck all this." I said as I looked down, "Let's try to forget all of that."

I raised my hand and summoned black flames in it.

I stared at the flames as they engulfed my hand, obviously unaffecting it.

The more I stared at them, the more I was reminded of the bastard that hurt Kagura and killed my child. The more I stared at them, the angrier I got.

"Oh." I said as I felt a rage starting to overtake me, "I get it now."

My entire body began to shake in anger. Now I knew what was bothering me and had me in a foul mood.

It was these flames. I hated these flames. They belonged to the bastard who took my child away.

I reared my arm back as the flames grew larger. My stomach sank as there was nothing but rage in my mind. I felt veins bulge in my forehead as I began to see a bit of red in my vision.

"Fuck all this," I growled as I punched my fist forward

Suddenly, I sent a massive beam of black flames towards the river. My mind was blank, I didn't think of anything but pure fucking rage. The rage manifested itself in black flames in my mind. I don't have any fucking idea why that was the case and it pissed me off even more.

The black flames hit the river, causing a massive explosion that shook the ground and the intensity of the flames evaporated the water.

I panted, still feeling nothing but rage. I looked at the smoke and black flames as they burned. The mere sight of those flames did nothing but piss me off even more.

I began to feel more angry and anxious. I had no idea why I was getting so angry. Everything about this was beginning to piss me off. I had no clue why the rage was taking the form of flames in my mind, I had no idea....but it pissed me off even more.

"FUCK." I yelled as I felt my mind black out a bit

I then blacked out. For some reason. Was it the rage? Or was it something else?

There was a vision. It wasn't the flames, but it was that damned memory again. I was in the hallway of a school. I didn't recognize it. It looked like an Asian school. Was I a transfer student? There were Korean letters on the signs on the door. Was I a transfer student in a Korean school?

I didn't know what to make of it. At the end of the hallway, I saw something. No. Someone. I stood there frozen. I saw a young girl, she looked taller than I currently was in this memory. I couldn't even look at myself but I knew I was a young boy. I couldn't make out the details of the girl, but something told me I knew her. There was an odd sense of warmth.

I tried moving but to no avail. I felt nothing but anxiety fill my entire body up as the girl still stood there, not moving or saying a word. She simply stood there. I tried speaking but no words came out. I couldn't help but get this feeling or pure anxiety. What was wrong with me?

I then came to, what felt like a couple of seconds, was probably a couple of minutes.

"W-What the hell?" I said as I staggered and tried to keep my balance

I then looked all around me. I was surrounded by nothing but black flames that were raging on, burning and destroying everything in their path.

I widened my eyes, "Huh?" I said, "I....did I do this?"

I then waved my hand towards myself, siphoning all of the flames into my mouth, eating them.

After a couple of seconds of eating the flames, I looked around. Despite eating them, it was too late. The damage was already done. Everything was black and destroyed. The damage ranged several hundred meters around me.

I sat down on a charred rock as I panted.

My body was filled with nothing but anxiety and anger. Something was definitely wrong with me. And I wanted to know what.

I felt sick to my stomach. That was probably the anxiety.

I clutched my head as it began to hurt like hell.

It was that memory. I didn't recognize it. In fact, it was a new one. Different than the dreams I've been having. Why now? What happened? Who was that girl? Why did she feel familiar?

So many questions....

"Fuck." I said,

"What the hell is wrong with me?"