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“Well...” Detective Johnson said. “That was eventful. How are we supposed to report this case?”

“Closed,” Zeke said. “For all intents and purposes, he’s dead. You won’t be seeing him again. Well, you should hope so.”

“But there’s no body, how’s that going to work?” asked Sergeant Ward.

Zeke rolled his eyes. “In ten minutes, set fire to the building. The kidnapper and murderer came back to burn the evidence. That’s your story.”

“Anyone got a light then?” asked the sergeant.

“Beth, burn it,” Zeke said, turning to her.

“What?” she asked. “I can’t.”

“Yes you can. I know you can. This is simple magic, Beth. You’ve done things far more complex than creating a fire.”

She frowned at him. “How am I supposed to do it?”

He shrugged. “The same way Storm lights his cigarettes. It’s one of the simplest things your kind can do.”

“Do I need to remind you that I was never taught?” she asked rhetorically.

“You don’t need to be. Go on, set fire to it.”

“I can’t.”

“You can.”



“I can’t!”

The night was suddenly lit up and she looked down at her hand. It was covered in flame.

“See?” he smiled. He put his hand against hers and burning shadows began to move towards the building.

“How do you do that?” she asked him.

“I’ve been able to, since I was eight.”

“No, I mean, take the fire.”

He shrugged. “They’re a part of me.” Something flashed across his face but he quickly covered it up with a smile.

The shadows crawled up the walls, slipping in through gaps, the rest going over the roof.

After a few minutes, the whole building was alight. Beth put out the flames on her body, and it was so easy, just like flipping a switch.

“Problem solved,” Elijah said to the two police officers.

“Thank you. It wouldn’t be good if people found out about this. Or you, in fact,” said the sergeant.

“No, it wouldn’t,” Onyx said. “Thank you for calling us about this. They won’t be bothering you further, hopefully. If you get any other cases such as this, don’t hesitate to call.”

“We won’t, thank you.”

Then the two officers left.

Zeke laughed a little at something, shaking his head.

“What?” Elijah asked him.

“Just remembering something somebody told me once,” Zeke said.

“What’s that?”

“Love is the slowest poison with the simplest target.” He shook his head again. “I’ll see you. I need a break.”

“Where are you going?” Onyx asked.


Zeke turned and began to walk.

“Zeke!” Onyx called to him, making him stop and turn. “What did she mean when she said you were the best weapon?”

Zeke paused, looking at him silently. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

And then he was gone.

Been busy working for the last couple hours as you can see. This chapter makes me sad :( But also ties in with A Blazing Fire. And add more mystery to Zeke. But Zeke and Caelan fight and that makes me sad :( I get sad when my sims of them fight. Yes, I have gay Sims called Zeke and Caelan that I made to look exactly like them. Problem?

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