Writers block - Part 1 - I'm not your hero

She kicked the closest guard, sending him flying across the room and crashing into a stone wall. Several loud cracks could be heard just before his head slumped towards his chest and blood began dripping slowly from the back of his skull. The bright red trickles seeped unto his white dress shirt and staining it a deep shade of red. “Now honey, please calm down-” said Mrs. Inkly, approaching her slowly and holding her hands out like fleshy shields from her overpowering anger. “Calm down!?” she yelled, she eyes burning with a strong yellow glow, the base of her neck pulsed and wriggled; under her skin the power strained to explode. “How can I calm down when all you do is drug me and lock me away in prison cells?” She roared as she stalked towards the tall woman dressed in stark white. Mrs. Inkly pulled a forced smile over her wrinkled features, her mouth shaking with poorly hidden fear. “I know this is all a little over whelming but you must understand my dear, you are the hero we’ve been waiting for, you are going to save us!” she said, her eyes glazing over as she recounted memories or thoughts in her mind.                   “Let me go you psychopath! I’ll never be your hero.” she replied, her voice growing deeper and morphing into more of a growl than anything else. Her hands, already on fire, were turning the iron shackles around her wrists into burning hot yellow liquid. It dripped from her burned skin like water and left holes in the stone floor.  She walked forward; flicked her arms, flinging the last of the melted iron towards Mrs. Inkly and the four remaining guards; who all stumbled back despite being bigger than her and semi-protected with their magic shields.             “I never wanted this; not this power, not this "new life", and I definitely never wanted to be your little hero!. If you want a hero, why don’t you make your own instead of stealing one! Because I’m done, no more submitting and waiting for you to let me go, I’m leaving and if you try to stop me--I’ll kill you” she said, her voice shaking the stone cell with each syllable. “You wouldn’t hurt us” said Mrs. Inkly her voice confident despite her shaking hands. Her skin began to bubble and turn to ash as her body grew larger. the small room quickly went from freezing cold to volcano hot. She lifted one eyebrow as the flames licked their way up to her neck and she smirked. “Oh yeah? Try me bitch”