Claire came at him with a strength that was not her own. He tried to tackle her down, but she seemed to weight three time more, and she easily grabbed him and threw him to the ground. "Claire! Listen to me! This isn't you! Control yourself, we can get you help!"<br/><br/>"No! You stupid boy! Argh! What's the control of fire and fear!?" she said spewing nonsense.<br/><br/>Shawn managed to hold her back, keeping her away from him, but then claire opened her mouth, and slowly a small amount of the black mist released from her mouth, creeping towards David. He tried to not breath it, but it found it's way in as the familiar pain seared his muscles. "No, please..." he pleaded, realizing this was his last moments. "Please," he said, unable to grab for his knife, unable to kill his own sister.<br/><br/>He looked at Anaya. He knew there was only one option, and Anaya seemed ready to kill. He wanted to stop her, but knew there was nothing left to do.<br/><br/>"Please..."