The Game of A Life Time

Chapter 35- Burn

I felt bad for not updating in a few weeks, so I did a double update... This is more of a filler, but it is still important to the story. :)

"All you ever caused me was pain," Soran says to me.

His body was drenched in blood from the knife I used to slit his throat two months ago. Fuck, the blood splatters out from his neck and pours all over me.

He holds me down, "you can say you are sorry, but I know you aren't."

"I am-" he pushes my head down with his broken hand.

Broken hands, ribs, and cracked scull overlap the blood trickling onto me. He straddles my waist to keep me locked in while the entity prances around us.

"Have you ever heard me once complain to you how your curse affected me?" Soran yells.

Some people say my abilities are a gift from God, some say they are an abomination, and some say it is a curse plagued by God because I am being punished. I say it is a curse.

"You are not the prophet of God, you can't save anyone!" Soran grips my swollen throat, "forgot you are godless. Stupid," he squeezes.

He brings me up to my knees and I feel the ache begin to form in my muscles. My head falls back and I see the bright light blind me. I try to close my eyes, but an unknown source holds them open.

My throat burns from the lack of oxygen and I try to push his hands off of me, but it doesn't work. Oxygen is granted to me once he throws me to the ground another time.

"Please-" I try to speak but he kicks me in the ribs.

I double over to the other side and I feel a powerful push on my back making me spit up blood. Coughing up blood, I feel my hair being pulled back and I see Jonathan.

"No," he slams my head onto the hard surface below me.

Too late, "it is too late for you to redeem yourself now."

"Don't try to be a saint, bitch." I am ripped off of the floor and lifted up in front of my brother, "do you want to change?"

"Change all of this, I am your brother and you killed me." Soran's voice trembles, "I was never going to kill you, Sarah."

"I was trying to save you."

Save, he was not trying to save me.

"Sorry," I try to say, but it comes out muffled. Too much blood is in my mouth, "I will do anything."

It's too late for me to change, it has me.

Heat rises from the ground and I feel my skin begin to sizzle. Moving my legs to get away from the rising flames, Soran walks right into them sinking down to the ground.

I watch him turn red, skin melting off of his body, bones are charred and Jonathan outs me down. He walks around me to jump in the middle of the flames.

"No!"

Too late to save them.

Flames spread from the middle of the closed black room to the corners of the walls. I feel tears brim my eyes as the heat becomes too much and smoke clouds over me.

The higher the flames, the more smoke is ingested into my body, my lungs burn all over again and I feel lightheaded.

CARTER POV