The Break (The Aesir Saga Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

getting lost in his anger, looking for other things to take his frustrations out on. He kicked his chair, sending it to the floor, rolling to its side before coming to a stop. The empty pop cans becoming his next target, flying across the room, spilling whatever contents were left. Gabriel’s anger grew, and as it did he could feel his fingers itch, which only fueled his rage further.
                  With nothing left to throw, he eyed his desk, which looked like the final victim. Raising his fist into the air, he let out a frustrated scream as he brought it down on the surface. "Aauuggh!"
                  His fist burst into flames, the fire rising from his hand like a piece of wood in a campfire. 
    "Jesus Christ!" 
                  Gabriel pulled his hand off the desk, seeing the charred fist mark left there. His brain tried to make sense of what he was seeing. White hot flames jumped from his fist, but he felt no heat, no pain. He lifted his hand to eye level, and released his fist, watching as the fire danced between his fingers, the blaze refusing to die out. As he stared, his breathing increased in speed, his anger melting away to shock and bewilderment. Gabriel stood there, wiggling his fingers and watched as the fire moved with them. As his anger faded, so did the fire, till finally it ended with a release of crackling sparks. 
                  As soon as it was over, Gabriel knew he had to do that again. He began banging his hand on the desk, hitting it harder and harder, trying to make his hand catch on fire. He finally smashed his hand as hard as he could against the wall.
    "Son of a bitch!" He pulled his hand close to his body, his whole hand throbbing from the pain. There was a new odor in his room, and its arrival stung his nostrils. It had the odor of something burning, and as he looked around he couldn't see anything that looked like it was on fire. He finally spotted the source when his eyes crossed the mirror in his room. His shirt was on fire! 
    "Shit" he yelled, pulling his shirt off and throwing it to the ground. He stepped on it over and over, until the fire was gone. Now Gabriel had a hurt hand and another burnt shirt. "This is way easier in the comics."
                  He picked up his chair and sat down, looking at his hand. Ok, Gabriel thought, in the comics there was always a key word that activated the hero's power. So, let’s try this another way. Raising his hand back up in front of his face, he ran through every option he could think of. "Go fire." Nothing. "Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em." His hand just started back at him. "This is stupid. Why won’t you work?" Gabriel was getting frustrated, he couldn’t make it happen, and nothing seemed to start it. "This is pointless." He was about to put his hand down when he noticed the faint glow to. "Ok, how the hell did I do that?" The glow faded away. "Fuck." The fire came back, this time brighter, a flame jumping from his fingertips. My anger, he thought to himself, that’s how I make it happen. Gabriel though about all the things that made him angry, all the names people had called him. The fire grew brighter, the flame dancing higher. "This is awesome!" 
     
                  For the next few days Gabriel didn’t do much. He spent any free time he had experimenting with his new found ability. He started to get pretty good at making it appear when he wanted. He would focus on all the things that would make him angry and soon his fingers would itch and the fire would dance to life. Gabriel even went so far as to start using his power to cook hot pockets, toast, and fry an egg or two in a frying pan. His mom had started showing a concern that he was spending too much time in his room. He hadn’t talked to Amber in days, even though she had tried calling him all week.
                  While looking for things to burn in his room, Gabriel came across Agent