[ RE ] Full circle .

The intricate pattern of lightning was burned on Ezra ’ s skin. Static seemed to radiate from the blue lines. She looked at him and admired her handiwork. “ How does goodbye sound? ” Her voice was a cackle of electricity. 
 
 
 Ezra looked at her blue green eyes and tried to see if there was any humanity left. Black clouds were rolling in overhead and a smattering rain was just starting to fall. “ Don ’ t pretend you aren ’ t happy that I found you. ” 
 
 
 “ Storm chaser, I warned you to not to follow me. ” 
 
 
 “ Yes, I remember. ” He rubbed his hands over the colt in his hand. The barrel was scratched and the handle was tarnished. Ezra had waited a long time to catch up with her. The echo of thunder was hard to trace. Lightning was too quick to hold, and he ’ d been a fool to try the first time. “ Here we are at the crossroads. ” Ezra waved the colt casually in her direction. “ The path you put us on. ” 
 
 
 “ Oh no, no, no. ” She tilted her head. “ I don ’ t remember the storm like that. ” She stretched out her arms, as if she could touch the clouds. 
 
 
 “ You are just one little lightning bolt. You think too much of yourself. ” 
 
 
 “ You think too much of your gun. ” 
 
 
 Ezra held it up, and began to load black bullets in to it. She leaned closer to inspect the foreign bullets. The weeds at the corners of the crossroads began to wilt in terror. “ That ’ s the thing Sal, this isn ’ t just a gun. Lightning hit ground twice last time. ” 
 
 
 Her pale hair whipped around as the wind picked up. “ You wanted me to be here. I gave you what you wanted. ” She looked around the empty expanse. “ I don ’ t even know why you ’ re upset. Because I took your little girlfriend? ” The rain was picking up. “ Or are you upset over Aurora? I burn, I hit, I can ’ t fight my nature. Everything burns. ” 
 
 
 “ Mm-hm. ” Ezra slammed the barrel shot and leveled the gun against her head. He cocked back the hammer. “ You weren ’ t meant to be here. That ’ s why. ” 
 
 
 “ Ezra, you are forgetting something. ” She gestured at the twisted pattern up and down his arms. 
 
 
 “ No, I ’ m not. ” 
 
 
 He fired the gun. She didn ’ t have enough time to scream. As it hit her there was a flash of pale green light. There was no sound, but the air was charged with heat. They both fell down in convulsions. The rain fell harder. Ezra felt the burns on his skin move and slither. He wanted to yell but his muscles were clenched tight. Sal, his Sal who he hadn ’ t seen smile in two years, had her mouth open in wordless agony. Her hair was changing color. 
 
 
 The gun was smoking in between them, completely useless now. Two damn years to long. In the exact center of the crossroads he had buried the picture of them at his Aunt ’ s barn raising, and crushed lily weed. The folk stories he had heard promised chance to see a storm up close, to touch thunder at the cross roads. Sal had picked out the picture to use, and he ’ d found the spot. Storms don ’ t like to be watched, as it turns out. Storms like to run wild. 
 
 
 Thunder echoed. Ezra ’ s back arched and his entire body fell loose. Sal stopped moving, but her eyes were shut. The bullet had hit here just below here collarbone. It would be a beautiful scar if she lived. Ezra pushed himself to inch closer to her. She was breathing, just barely. 
 
 
 There was no help to come save them, not way out in the middle of nowhere. In the end, he should have known there was no coming back.Sal groaned and rolled over to face him. She opened her eyes to see him. They were dark green again, they were *her* eyes. Relief washed over him. Ezra smiled and reached out to touch her. `` Ezra, I knew you'd chase me down.'' 
 
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