Legacy In Fire (Book 1)

In Fire (Chap-16)

I'm going to start naming the chapters-still with the chapter number though. What do you think abut it?

The song for this chapter is "City Lights" by Bridget Mendler.

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Max,

The time for our reencounter draws nigh,

The Max for my inner-pain and his, soon reached,

I can foretell.

But pain begets strength,

A strength as bright as flames,

Flames that burn the inflictor.

The Max is reached,

And all who exacted,

Will pay...

In Fire.

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The second the door opened, I was out like a slave-in which some truth was held in that knowledge-to freedom. Mini-me had told me the room and corridor numbers, and the minute that information was imparted upon me, I was gone; as fast as the wind-as fast as a flame, incinerating something of no import. I had not waited to hear what else she had to propose, my mind was on a sole person that I could tick off my "To find" list. One person that could offer some sort of peace to me, that could provide-if even an infinitesimal increment-of alleviation. A thought halted my mind for a moment, not my legs-those kept going.

Wasn't Max the one, now in pain? Didn't he need the assuagement more than I did? Was I being selfish-just another little spoilt brat that was in need of scolding?

I didn't get to grasp anymore gut-wrenching mind needles because small hands held me and refused to unhinge their grip-I still wondered how a little girl could be that strong.

I turned and looked down at her, and she reciprocated the action in its inverse-stunning emerald eyes looked up at me.

"What-?" I didn't get to finish my sentence because she unexpectedly, pushed me into a small room, lit only by the slight illumination that came from the outside. It turned out to be a janitorial closet-my butt was plastered with a gooey fluid that was spilled when I was pushed unceremoniously in; I wiped my finger on it and deciphered it to be liquid soap.

"Why did you-?"

Little Jade placed a single digit on her lips in silencing gesture.

"Someone's coming," she muttered in hushed tones, and the second she elucidated me, I heard it. Footsteps growing in sound, clopping along in a crescendo. Then voices, at first, unintelligible, then I could decode a few words, but in a minute-a minute so short it felt like a second-the voices, the persons, were right outside the door.

"How is the corridor so dirty, Vince?" The first voice chided, I could hear the disdain-it was palpable in his voice, the way one would talk to someone they thought of as inferior; a disgustingly condescending tone. And I couldn't imagine why, but the voice was somewhat familiar.

"I-I don't know sir, I cleaned it about an hour ago. I'm s'pposed to be on lunch now."

"Well, it looks like you've been revoked of a lunch today." He said, and a smirk was surely underlain beneath it, I could hear it in his voice. "Now get to cleaning. People like me have real work to do. Those two damn scoundrels are somewhere out here, a trickster and the other...let's just say, she's hella dangerous."

"Ok sir, I'll get to it." he said meekly.

I was dragged under a table simultaneously with the opening of the door. Under the table was dark and dank, it smelt like wet clothes after being seasoned and marinated for a month-that is to say, it was drastically malodorous. The light from the outside filtered in through the thick, skirted cloth that dressed the table, and a sliver of light irradiated where we were. I could see that little Jade was as taut as a wire. The lights were flicked on, and the room was flooded in its pale glow.

"My, My! Vincent, this room is a squalor. Mops thrown all about, soap spilled all over the floor. Aren't you a janitor? A cleaning person? The least you could do is keep your station clean."

My heartbeat quickened. The soap.

"I-I didn't do this." He stuttered, anxiety creeping into his voice. "I left it clean, sir. It was clean. And the soap...wait," a spark of enlightenment coloured his tone "there's a pool of soap right here, and it seems to have trailed somewhere."

Little Jade's hand found mine, her face painted with a stricken look.

"Stop dodging the truths!" The other man spat "It was obviously you! This is your-"

"But look there, right there..."he trailed off "it looks like it got tracked under there."

I squeezed mini-me's hand in a failed attempt to reassure her, I could feel her shaking beside me. In tremulous waves, I think I even saw her body undulate, and for one uncertain second her hair was red.

I could feel the man encroaching, two bodies actually. Drawing near, I think I could sense the heat that emanated from their bodies, and I prayed. Prayed a profound prayer that my ability would not remain dormant.

The thick skirts were lifted up, and light flushed our face.

The moment a ginger-haired man said, "Well, well, well", was the moment that I would first experience the sight of fiery hair.

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