Post by Koolchat on Apr 14, 2009 16:31:16 GMT -5
Burning.
Screaming.
Fire.
That wicked thing, oh, how it warms, provides life, but also consumes and takes it...Arsonphobia, you could call it, the fear of fire, but it runs deeper than that. If there's a word for the pure, primal fear and loathing, one so deep as to tear apart you every time the spark of a light causes you to jump, or bring you to your knees every time the choking aroma of smoke hits your lungs, please tell me. For what I fear, what I utterly hate, cannot be expressed--and that is fire. The cruel mistress, the hungry, ever-eating tongue, the devourer of the famed mythical creature, the phoenix, the curtain of pain that cut me off from my previous life as to drive me insane.
But, as the phoenix devoured by the flames, a new life formed, and as I felt the ashes being brushed from my new, unclothed, quivering form, a new existence was started. Everett, the never questioning servant and false-brother of Miri Tallioa, had a new pack leader. Himself.
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Through the Fire and Flames {Chapter 1}
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It started that one day. The day that will be etched into my mind for years to come, slowly pulling at my sanity, whispering into my ear as I sleep, as I least expect it to... But enough about today, this was then, and then shall be now.
I woke up at precisely 2:30 a.m. on Saturday, December 5th. That date nor time will ever escape my memory, and even if I planned it to, it would still drill my brain until it bled, as it does now. The day earlier had been rather traumatizing, and I had trouble sleeping, but some how I managed to drift off. That idiot suitor was still stuck in my head, the softness of his lips against mine, and the light tinkle of a laugh he had... And I swear to this day, that chime of his must have been what woke me up, for I could hear it echoing as the fateful hour came upon me.
The smoke curled in my room--whether taunting or warning, I do not know--and immediately alerted me to the trouble at hand. Of course, the first thing that ran through my mind was Miri and Gail; were they alright, were they alive, were the unborn children okay, was Miri in labor (as we so often feared this coming in the middle of the night; she was heavy swollen with the children, of which we were told there were two, and ready to pop every day, like a lovely, ripe grape), and more importantly-- where were they?
The door my only obstacle, the need to protect my only two loves overtook any sense left in my head. With a single, well-aimed kick, I took down the door, not thinking to check the heat of the doorknob before I took off into the hallway. As the door splintered and fell off it's hinges, a fantastic light blinded me for a split second. A fire was eating the hallway; the fantastic tapestries and expensive oak furniture were feeding the flames, their dryness becoming the perfect tinder for the blaze.
I stumbled back into the sanctuary of my room, cursing and spitting at the flames as they leaped towards me. Soon, the few pieces of furniture and other decorations in my room were ablaze as well. I had no choice but to leave; however, my own safety was not of the concern at the moment. I was, excuse the pun, hell-bent on finding Miri and Gail, and would stop at no lengths to make sure they were not in the fire. My first instinct, due to the early hours of the day, was to head to their room. Miri loved her sleep, and Gail made sure to never leave her alone due to her swollen stomach.
The angry flames blocked the quickest way to my destination. However, I did not have time to lose. Every second was another moment Miri or Gail could be enveloped in the blaze... I could not take the chance. Swearing once again, I took a few steps back, bent my legs, and took a running leap over the worst of the flames.
Screaming.
Fire.
That wicked thing, oh, how it warms, provides life, but also consumes and takes it...Arsonphobia, you could call it, the fear of fire, but it runs deeper than that. If there's a word for the pure, primal fear and loathing, one so deep as to tear apart you every time the spark of a light causes you to jump, or bring you to your knees every time the choking aroma of smoke hits your lungs, please tell me. For what I fear, what I utterly hate, cannot be expressed--and that is fire. The cruel mistress, the hungry, ever-eating tongue, the devourer of the famed mythical creature, the phoenix, the curtain of pain that cut me off from my previous life as to drive me insane.
But, as the phoenix devoured by the flames, a new life formed, and as I felt the ashes being brushed from my new, unclothed, quivering form, a new existence was started. Everett, the never questioning servant and false-brother of Miri Tallioa, had a new pack leader. Himself.
--------
Through the Fire and Flames {Chapter 1}
--------
It started that one day. The day that will be etched into my mind for years to come, slowly pulling at my sanity, whispering into my ear as I sleep, as I least expect it to... But enough about today, this was then, and then shall be now.
I woke up at precisely 2:30 a.m. on Saturday, December 5th. That date nor time will ever escape my memory, and even if I planned it to, it would still drill my brain until it bled, as it does now. The day earlier had been rather traumatizing, and I had trouble sleeping, but some how I managed to drift off. That idiot suitor was still stuck in my head, the softness of his lips against mine, and the light tinkle of a laugh he had... And I swear to this day, that chime of his must have been what woke me up, for I could hear it echoing as the fateful hour came upon me.
The smoke curled in my room--whether taunting or warning, I do not know--and immediately alerted me to the trouble at hand. Of course, the first thing that ran through my mind was Miri and Gail; were they alright, were they alive, were the unborn children okay, was Miri in labor (as we so often feared this coming in the middle of the night; she was heavy swollen with the children, of which we were told there were two, and ready to pop every day, like a lovely, ripe grape), and more importantly-- where were they?
The door my only obstacle, the need to protect my only two loves overtook any sense left in my head. With a single, well-aimed kick, I took down the door, not thinking to check the heat of the doorknob before I took off into the hallway. As the door splintered and fell off it's hinges, a fantastic light blinded me for a split second. A fire was eating the hallway; the fantastic tapestries and expensive oak furniture were feeding the flames, their dryness becoming the perfect tinder for the blaze.
I stumbled back into the sanctuary of my room, cursing and spitting at the flames as they leaped towards me. Soon, the few pieces of furniture and other decorations in my room were ablaze as well. I had no choice but to leave; however, my own safety was not of the concern at the moment. I was, excuse the pun, hell-bent on finding Miri and Gail, and would stop at no lengths to make sure they were not in the fire. My first instinct, due to the early hours of the day, was to head to their room. Miri loved her sleep, and Gail made sure to never leave her alone due to her swollen stomach.
The angry flames blocked the quickest way to my destination. However, I did not have time to lose. Every second was another moment Miri or Gail could be enveloped in the blaze... I could not take the chance. Swearing once again, I took a few steps back, bent my legs, and took a running leap over the worst of the flames.