Okay, this is in 1st person. Not much else to say. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!!
I ran. As fast as I could, I was chasing me though, and he was faster. He was mad. I didn't know why.
Then, he pushed me down and struck me. Hard, and with his knuckles, under the eye. It hurt, but I wouldn't let him see me cry.
He pulled back for another blow, but I put my hands up too. And before I knew what was happening, my hands felt warmer and fire shot out of them. He ducked and they flew behind him.
"What was that, you ugly little devil child!" He screamed at me.
"I-I d-d-don't n-know!" I yelled, frightened. I was scared of him, and myself.
He slapped me. "You should!" He bellowed. "You're the one who did it, ingrate!" Now he was furious.
He tried to punch me again, but again I raised my hands and fire shot out of both of them. He was slower this time, and it hit him in the left arm.
He screamed in agony. "You did this, foul beast!" He pointed at me when he said this. "After all I've doe for you! This is how you repay me, brat!" He screamed again.
"I-I didn't m-mean t-to!" I stuttered.
Finally, he clubbed me a third time and I fell into peaceful unconsciousness.