Thoughts ran through my head faster then the fire was burning my home. The fire I had set, to destroy, to make ashes of what was living, and to create smoke to make the blue sky ugly. It deserved to be ugly; nothing should have been glorious and pretty if they had done this to me.

You would have thought that with the knowledge of murdering my family sleeping in their beds, too lethargic to get out in time, I would have felt some guilt. The truth was; I could have cared less. People who were family were supposed to shelter, were supposed to care, but here I was and no one even bothered to see if anything was wrong.

They would come soon though, the fire would signal engines and nosy neighbors who took too much interest in destruction then was psychologically healthy. Who was I to talk though? Even my baby sister, too young to have touched fire before, was in there, burning to a crisp in a twisted death.

Farmlands laid out in a background that could be beautiful and provide food for the people who had surrounded me from birth, they would catch fire soon as well though, if the engines didn’t hurry.

Where to go? I didn’t have much to gallop away on, no place to go, and no town that would accept me like I am now. Legs gone and replaced with some sort of supernatural looking jelly, it was unreal for our modern times, and the worst part was that I didn’t even know how it happened.

I was started to change more though, my once steady stomach become worse and worse. I was afraid that soon, I would become some sort of monster. So lying down I began to dissolve myself, this was the newest trick I had learned, and it had given me the confidence to destroy the people who called themselves my family.

Had I needed to? I suppose not. It was such a wicked action that as I was dissolved under the soil and became part of the Earth, I couldn’t help but smile. Where would I go? Somewhere secluded I imagine, capture the imagination of the woods and the creatures that thrived in it, build up a society where even in my form similar to jelly I could thrive, rule, and survive.

We all need to start somewhere, and I was prepared to start at the bottom. I had managed since a child to build networks, and now that I was an adult and on my own, I had strength in my abilities. The last thing I heard before I was completely dissolved was the sound of sirens.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the feeling of being part of everything, then a rush and I’m recollected in a strange spot. Sometimes I can control it, and other times I have a general idea and the distance of where I end up is just unknown.

This was my new home, crushed leaves like out of a picture book. Could I talk to animals like fairy tale queens? No, but I knew now that there were other creatures, things like me, discarded from society. These, these were the things that would make my kingdom.

There was a gentle creek running to my life, and slowly I put my feet, or where they should have been if there wasn’t jelly, into it, feeling the cool water playing over them like a dream. Birds chirping some sort of tune, and a breeze that was a refreshing chill. It was then that I met my first minion.

Author's Note: This is part of a writing project/experiment, more information can be found on my userlook-up as well as info to contact any of the writers. The title chapters will be the person who wrote that page of the story