Exploding Apples

He stopped right there on the spot, hearing the rip and looked down at his exposed arm. Black markings ran all the way up and down his arm, making it look like some kind of large tribal tattoo. He turned to look at her, glaring at her now. A feeling of anger could be felt from the kind boy in front of her. "You.. What the hell were are you thinking!" He was ticked.

"I told you no! Yet you still persisted! Why? Just to look? I don't want anyone seeing this! Ever! It's brought me enough pain seeing it every day!" He growls and just walks off, heading back to the academy, ignoring her and the sleeve.

He turns back to her. "I have no right?! Do you even know what these mean!" He points to the markings on his arm. "You don't, do you?! Then I'll tell you.. They mean Bringer of Destruction and Death! I was adopted and shortly after I was a decade old, these things formed and I started destroying things.. First it was fine, as long as it was small.. But then when I got in trouble and couldn't do it anymore, it built up.. My power built up, like a slowly building bomb.. I destroyed my house and my life.. I nearly killed the only family I've ever known! And for what? Not using my powers? Not causing destruction?! I'm a walking bomb!"

He waited until she was out of sight and then walks over to the trees, sitting down and pulling his knees to his chest. He looked at her arm and growls, slamming it as hard as he could against the tree. A loud crack came from the blow, as leaves fell off and he left a large dent in the tree, cracking some bones in his hand, but nothing serious.

He remained quiet and still, just sitting against the tree. His eyes looking down in front of him, watching the ground and not paying attention to if she came back or not. He hated himself, but most of all his power.. He had to constantly use it.. Just to protect those about him. He wished he never even had it.. His pointed ears were poking out more now.