His voice....his voice sounded so foreign in my ears. It was hard and threatening and I could not understand the feeling that I am having right now; fear or relief?

When the man didn't make a move in releasing me, Fred's face hardened and, using his other hand, placed it on top of the man's wrist. I heard him mumble a few words and a second later, the man was screaming in pain and I was freed from his grip.

I saw smoke coming from the area where Fred had touched him. My eyes widened when I saw the burned mark on his wrist. The skin on his wrist was...