Hollow

The entire camp was talking about the fight. 

Whispers buzzed through the halls. The fight was on everyone's tongues. It was lingering in the looks that people threw at Ronan and Marco whenever they passed. It was like a wildfire, spreading uncontrollably. 

"They say Ronan nearly killed him." 

"Did you see that lightning? That wasn't normal." 

"Marco's strong, but that? That was something else." 

I could hear it everywhere I went, no matter how hard I tried to tune it out. 

I didn't want to hear it. 

Didn't want to think about it. 

But I couldn't stop. 

I saw it happen firsthand. Ronan, completely lost control. His raw power crackled through the air like a living thing. 

He had been seconds away from going too far. If I hadn't screamed, if I had been just a second too late- Marco would have been dead. 

And I would have been the one to blame.