run

the sky meets the ashes

april 7th, 1974

I ran for my fucking life.
The sirens blared in the distance.
As I turned my head to take what I hoped would be the last look at the place that held me captive since I was 10, I felt someone's cold arms wrap around my waist and lift me up.

I was frozen in fear for a moment, but in that moment my 6 years in that prison flashed before my eyes and I knew I wasn't ready to go back.
I fought against those arms like my life depended on it... and well I guess it kinda did.
I fought for a moment or two more until I realized how far off the ground I was.

what the fuck?

My leather jacket was caught on a tree branch and I was left dangling there in shock as the cold arms released their grip on me.
Nothing happened, it was as if the whole world held their breath at that moment, I couldn't even hear the sirens anymore.
I figured now was a time as any to confront my kidnapper.

"um so what the fuck?"

No response.

"ok listen sweetheart, I plucked this jacket off a corpse about twenty minutes ago and I'd like to keep it in one piece."

Still nothing.

"soooo would you be so kind as to let me down?"

"as you wish"

Before I knew what was happening it felt like I was coming to give Earth a big ol' hug but instead she decided to smack me.
Like 20 times. And pretty damn hard.
Right before I hit the ground those oh-so-familiar cold arms wrapped around my waist and hauled my ass back into the trees.

"haha ok so what the hell mister"

"miss, actually"

"ok now we're getting somewhere."

"shut it 'sweetheart', who are you?"

"well I'd like to ask you the same"

"fine. I haven't got the slightest idea what my name is but all I remember is being held captive in that fucking place for 8 years"

"well shit"

"what?"

"I couldn't have said it any better. I've been held there ever since I was 10. I just broke out today since most security was sent out to fight the Doves. I thought you were another guard until I was hoisted so high in the air. How the hell did you do that anyway?"

"..."

"hey listen lady, it's alright. If you show me what you can do, I'll show you want I can do"

"fine"

The mysterious woman brought me back to the ground and walked out in front of me, and as I caught a first glance at her I almost fell back in shock. She was absolutely stunning. She had short light blue hair, beautiful brown eyes, and had to have been in her mid-teens.
But as I looked at her closely I noticed a mark on her forearm, similar to the one on my own arm. It was a black tattoo resembling a crow with the words
S. 7
under it. My own had the words
S. 10
My eyes traveled up her arms as I noticed what must have been hundreds of cut and burn marks crisscrossing their way up nd down her skin, some still bleeding. As I looked at what must have been years of torture I was reminded of what my own arms and legs looked like.
This girl was definitely an ally, not an enemy.

As our eyes met she took a deep breath and started to rise from the ground.
I could have sworn I was hallucinating.
She flew this way and that and then landed back down in front of me.

"holy shit"

Eager to avert the attention away from herself she asked me what I can do.

"well here goes"

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I lifted my hands, forming them into fists and as I opened them up again a ball of fire stood on my palms and swayed back and forth, as if they were waving goodbye to the moon and saying hello to the rising sun.

"wow"

I quickly opened my eyes and closed my fists, extinguishing the flames.

"looks like we aren't so different after all"

"ya and um sorry for like dragging you through the trees earlier"

"ah no it's fine really, I would recommend doing that to ever fine lad you stumble across in the woods"

That made her crack a smile. And a beautiful one at that.

"well, stranger, what should I call you?"

"ha good question. since we don't have the slightest idea what are birth names are, why don't we just come up with some?"

"sure thing"

We stood there in silence for a little bit just brainstorming names. It almost would have been fun, if not for the circumstances. I decided to be called Ash. I figured it was a fitting name as any.

"what do you think of Ash?"

"handsome. And what do you think of the name Sky?"

"spectacular"

We both sat in silence, smiling, just thinking about our new identities.

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