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Yoko

This winter breath taste of death. Where iron meets flesh. We'll take it all.

~*~

I closed my eyes imagining the sights around me. The smell of the salt water mixing with the air. The sound of the bustling ports. The unloading of ships.

"I don't know why Francis thinks she's so special. She just looks like some random woman." The girl complained.

She looked a bit outdated for this era. The other man, dressed as a priest of some sort. The irony in that.

"Don't underestimate our prisoner. There's a reason for everything." He stated flipping the page in his book.

The woman paced in circled around me, examining me.

"Like what you see?" I sneered. Her face contorted with disgust before walking away.

Rather than indulge me in more of her lovely insults, the man brought me inside the ship rather than out on the deck.

Inside everything seemed so pritine and luxurious. Everything fit for a king.

Francis Scott Fitzgerald. The Great Gatsby.

I recited his name and ability over in my head until it was a name I could not forget.

"You'll be staying down here until the boss gives us clearance to move you." He muttered.

I narrowed my eyes at him as he handcuffed me to a pipe.

This is so cliché. When the boat sinks there better be a neat key sitting pretty on a hook somewhere I can reach.

There was a loud commotion upstairs. Sounds of explosions. Surely it had to be lemon-head. That idiots's so weird I can't even remember his real name.

The ability to be immune to only bombs shaped like lemons... who thought of that one?

But the explosions became louder until smoke was more visible in the halls. I coughed as the burning air made its way into my lungs.

How do I break these stupid things?! If only my branches could shape themselves into a little lock pick.

I tugged at the pipe wishing it was weak enough to snap. Though on a boat as neat as this, everything was probably perfect.

The metal cut at my wrists, blood sliding down my forarms.

"Lemon-head! I know you're up there!" I yelled. But nobody came. The orange glow grew brighter with every minute, the fires creeping closer. The ship around me creaked with the stress from the heat.

It was going to burn down with me trapped inside it...