Your whole body burned. Your lungs were on fire as they fought against all the pressure in a battle for air. You struggled to breath. Dust and pieces of debris found their way into your mouth and you coughed, only causing the flames inside of you to burn even harder.
This felt like hell. But you weren't dead yet, and you didn't have long. You.. you'd just have to accept it. Instead of becoming the inferno you wanted to be, you would succumb to these flames.
Perhaps this was the only true escape to this damned castle.
You heard the rubble move. You closed your eyes as light shined in through the cracks.
You were picked up by strong arms.
The strong arms that lifted you off the beach.
The strong arms that had carried you to safety time and time again.
Quick cradled you close, the movement causing the flames in your body to reignite. You cried out, but this only caused more coughs.
He shushed you. "It's gonna be okay.."
You opened your eyes to look at him. He gave you a rather weak smile.
"It's gone be okay.." he repeated.
You closed your eyes again, and pressed your head to his chest.
The last thing you listened to as your own flames consumed you was the sound of his inner machinery. The sound of fans.
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Washed Away
FanfictionYoung students decide to go chill out on a boat in the middle of the ocean. After a big storm, our main character washes up on a strange island and meets some odd robots...
