Garret's head hurt him to oblivion and back. His legs were weak and his arms felt like jelly. If it weren't for the needles of pain he felt as he moved, he would have thought he was dead. He rubbed the side of his head, soon realizing his hand was as hot as a pan on a flame, which made him throw it to the side of him. His vision wasn't the best right now, probably due to his sunglasses, but whatever, however something was telling him that he was seeing a person going away from him, maybe about 10 feet away.
"Gi..." Garret spoke weakly, "Gianni is that you?" He tried to stand up with all his strength. His legs were shaking under him and his body swayed left to right. His vision came back to him in a blink, "W-What!?"
He wasn't in his living room anymore.
Garret found himself in a structure that looked to be some underground fight club in hell. It was a small area, but everything was touched by flame, only the boxing ring itself was flame-free. The seats were empty. Doors looked like they led nowhere. No windows.
No escape. And If that wasn't bad enough, He lost track of the person who was here before.
"Where am I, what is this place? Am I dead? Is this Hell?" Garret didn't know what to think. His mind was trying to look everywhere and piece together what was happening. The heat felt like it grew hotter every moment as he felt his hands grow hotter.
Then, when he was too busy trying to figure out what was happening, he felt a hot jet engulf his back. FWOOOSH, the flame roared and Garret screamed out in pain, falling back to the ground where he was, face first.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Garret checked all of his sides as he propped himself up on an elbow. He felt like a cornered animal. All of his senses felt like they were screaming at him, which only made trying to make sense of it all even worse.
He heard the sudden crackle of flames to his right, making his head whip around to look at the sound's origin. A jet of flames was starting to quickly come out of one of the endless doorways. He stared at it nervously before snapping out of his trance and pushing himself to the side. But he was too slow, the bottom of his right leg getting scorched in the process. He yelled out in pain and looked at the damage. "Wait, what?" Looking down, Garret saw that his leg looked fine. Nothing looked scorched or burned off in any way. Come to think of it, his sweatshirt didn't burn off either. "What kind of game is this?"
"You're tellin' me THIS is the son of Andre the Bluff and Maria the Shadow?" A deep, brutish voice spoke from all angles around him, "He can barely take a HIT!"
Garret heard the same crackling,"Andre the Bluff and Maria the Shadow?" Garret thought. He focused for a minute to try and hear where the noise came from. It was from behind him again. "Thats mom and dad's names... but different?" Garret shook his head, "No! Get it together, this is life or death! Pay attention!" He rolled swiftly left. A burst of fire released past him swiftly. He released a sigh of relief, and went to wipe some sweat off his forehead, before getting burned again by his hand. "What does any of this mean!? Am I going insane!?" Another blaze rushed past him, just skimming his right side.
"Lesson 1 in the element of Fire: Let your passion burn it all! Never give your opponent a chance to think!" The voice called out again, "You're lucky I'm going easy on you kid!"
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" Garret yelled out, getting up with his left leg . Another crack was heard to his right. He lunged off from his stance and stood weakly. His back was in pain like he was standing for 2 days straight and his right leg wasn't helping him keep any balance.
"Fuck... think Garret think!" He said, dodging another fire projectile barely. "You can't play defense forever... whats your best option to fight against fire?" He frantically looked around for something, anything that could help him. Thats when he came up with an idea. It was definetely stupid, but it might work.
