As this conversation happened, they hadn't seemed to notice my cries, pouring from me wave after wave, growing in intensity. My hands clenched around my mother's bloodied clothes, torn to rags by the bullets, and something rose within me. Something red, hot and violent. The sobs began to gave way to stifled snarls, and a small fire began to spread over my body. The soldiers noticed, shouted and raised their weapons. "Shit, SHIT! SHOOT IT!"
The tempest that was growing inside me escaped as I let out a single, anguished scream. Before the soldiers could fire, the tunnel filled with fire, blasting out from me in all directions, flaying the troops' flesh and burning them all to nothing.
I learned later that sewer grates for miles had been blasted out of their holdings as the explosion tore through the tunnels. Heh... I still have the newspaper clipping I found years later about it.
As the screams and fire receded, the tunnels were covered in a thick, oppressive silence. I cried for what seemed like hours over the charred remains of my mother. I can't remember which way I went after that. I just.. stood up and ran away. I remember what my head had felt like after my mother had given me the Vision, and with a feeling like the muscles on the back of my neck contracting, I could see in the gloom once again.
After a while I slowed to a walk. There I was, a grief-stricken, terrified, crying ten-year-old in blue pyjamas and no shoes, and no idea whatsoever of where to go, what to do. I walked and walked, I felt like I was down there for days, taking random turns, and just going as far as I could away from what had happened, where my life had been completely destroyed.