Of Love and Death.

The Past Chapter 13: Chaos in the Orb Pt.1

Rioting/Terrorism, fear of being harmed or possibly worse. Maybe derealization? I'm not quite sure of the word. Basically stuff with the forces and how the characters are only a part of them. Violence. Mild blood.  Fear and destruction. Kind of hearing voices except the voices are real. Consequences of toxic relationships/those are mentioned and reflected upon as well as the whole Cold/Mind kiss. People who just want destructon. Being trapped? Prejudice between Shadows and Suns. 

There was chaos all around Fire. 

It was hard for Fire to say how long it had been. Maybe forever, maybe just a few moments. All of him was in the blip of time he occupied right then. Darting around quelling the flames when they were a danger. At the same time, using them to fight. To trap the rampaging suns, or drive them back from those who were trying to flee.

Fire had never felt more alive. He'd never felt more connected to his force. He'd never been more aware of the blood pumping through his system or the way he moved. Never had he been as able to run and jump and fly, to summon and quell the flames all around him with nary a thought. It was amazing. All of his senses were, well, on fire. He noticed everything.

Unfortunately, not everyone was able to act as well as he was. Quite a few of the un-masked suns were desperately trying to flee. But they were having some trouble. The only goal of those in the black outfits seemed to be to cause chaos, fear, and harm. They were blocking exits, even as Water tried desperately to unblock them. They didn't even care about Art's colors, simply ignored them. The artist was very upset with their art not being appreciated, but there wasn't much else they could do.

The sound of a roaring beast drew Fire's attention. He turned on instinct, and saw a quadrupedal sun whom he didn't recognize leaping at someone named Organization, just a few steps away from where he was. Not wasting a moment, the Nexus Force darted forward and pushed Organization out of the way. At the same time, he summoned up a wall of fire around him.

The annoyed shouts of the leaping masked sun were barely audible over the crackle of flames. Twisting around, Fire quelled his fiery shield and faced his opponent. He was vaguely aware of the burning fire on his hands, but the rampager was fully aware of it. They backed off, just as quickly as they'd attacked. Galloping in the other direction, straight towards Sky.

Quite a few of the suns Fire knew were accounted for. Sky had been the other major defensive player on the field. Even though the two of them weren't the closest, they knew how to work together. One of them would drive a masked sun towards the other, who would try and capture them. In Fire's case, that usually meant burning cages of violet flame, barely controlled at the edge of his consciousness, yearning to be set free and destroy. In Sky's case, that meant wind tornadoes hanging in the sky.

It was already getting hard for Fire to keep going. Yes, he felt alive. Yes, physically, he was having no trouble. But he hadn't realized the strain that handling so many fires at once would have on him. A few here and there were no problem. Even the ones he hung up on his wall weren't trouble. He knew how to slowly coax them out of the universe, so that they would be calm.

But Fire didn't have time for that precision here. He just had to summon flames, flames, and more flames. While at the same time sending those that other people had sent back into the ether of his force. All of them that he stepped away from, letting them burn mostly on their own, were crying out to him.

Let us go. Burn everything. Join us. You're not supposed to be calm. Destroy. Heal. Warm. Let me scorch this one. Can we help? They weren't even speaking with words. It was just the fact that Fire and the flames were the same that he could hear them. Out of the corner of his eye, Fire constantly saw licks of flame dart out and burn people. He couldn't do anything about it, he was already spread too thin. Man had he overestimated how good he was at using his abilities.