The Worst Of Humanity

The screams echoed through the facility, a cacophony of chaos and rage that reverberated off the sterile metal walls.

I stood in the center of it all, my flames casting long shadows that danced with the flickering emergency lights. Alarms blared, the sharp wail punctuated by the sounds of shattering glass and guttural roars. The freed test subjects had wasted no time unleashing their fury, their pent-up rage spilling out in waves as they tore through the corridors.

A hulking figure—one of the experiments I recognized as "Breaker"—plowed through a squad of red coats, his jagged, crystalline fists reducing their heat-resistant armor to scrap. Behind him, a gaunt woman with hollow eyes raised her hands, and the air shimmered as the temperature plummeted. Frost coated the walls, the breath of the guards crystallizing in their throats before they collapsed, lifeless.