Ignite

Eight || Catlizards, Lizardmen, Angels, and Other Lovely Experiments Gone Wrong

Hello!

I'm sorry for the wait, I'm just trying to collect my plot into and actual...you know, plot. BUT - I think I got it sorted.

So, dedication! This is for frenchowl, because they give very useful feedback, and I love their comments.

Anway, this chapter might be confusing. I'm working on the next one to clear things up, and if you have any questions I'll try my best to answer them without giving too much away.

I love you guys so much, and I hope you enjoy.

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My glare doesn’t fade. At this point it wouldn’t surprise me if Coal planned to make a rocket and send him and Izila to outer space. Only to protect me, of course. I don’t need protecting. I’ve wiped towns before.

    “What happened to your leg?” he demands, noticing the blood in the snow.

    “It got shot.” I reply casually. So maybe some protecting would be occasionally useful.

    “And you’re running?”

    “I’m making sure you don’t do anything idiotic.” I correct tersely. Getting shot in the leg is painful, and he’s not really helping.

I look over at Jensen, making sure he isn’t bleeding as well. He’s scowling at Coal, which puts me on edge but there’s no time as Izila and her soldiers catch up with us. They spread out around the clearing, searching.

    "Where is it?" Izila demands, stalking up to one guard. "Where is the one with two elements?"

The guard shrivels under her rage. "I-I ca-can't tell." She sputters out.

I hold my breath, starting to panic as some branches float in the air. Izila's attention is pulled away from the quivering guard and towards our hiding place.

    "You mean me?"

I snap my head to the side, where Coal used to be, and now is a blank space. My eyes widen as I peer through the wood boards.

The freaking idiot.

Standing in the open, Coal lets his hand bursts into flames while the planks float behind him. I try to stop it but I can't control either power.

All the soldiers' guns lock onto him. He stands tall, even though about twenty laser dots are on his torso.

Coming to my senses, I try to jump up, but someone's hand clamps over my mouth and I'm yanked back down.

    "I'm sorry!" Jensen whispers as I try to get away. "He made me promise."

I struggle but Jensen is a lot stronger than his lanky form suggests.

    "What are you waiting for?" Izila hisses. "Get-"