Bang, Bang [h2ovanoss + more]

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uhhhhh ok so a few things:

1) the big italicized paragraphs are flashbacks, though i think that's relatively obvious.

2) someone needs to choose for me: Brock or Brian?

3) also (after reading this i guess) what do yall tinks gonna happen?? im kinda interested in what yall be thinking :0

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“So… you saw me punch a flame? Why the fuck would I do that?”

Evan chuckles, setting the tray of hospital food down in front of Jon. He pushes Jonathan's spoon closer to his face. “Eat your food and I'll tell you what happened. But only if you eat.”

Jon narrows his eyes (which Evan finds absolutely adorable) and silently begins to eat the crappy hospital food.

“You take Bryce,” Jonathan had said, putting an unconscious Bryce into Evan's arms. “I gotta have a damn word with this fire fucker, thinking he can hurt my damn friends!”

Evan does as asked, carrying Bryce away from the now collapsed dorm and flaming rubble. The air is thick with smoke, the sky tinged a faint orange with flames. He coughs and flaps his wings, doing his best to clear the smoke away. All it does is swirl the smoke around, dust and dirt joining the air.

He coughs. The smoke makes him wish he could fly up, but then the strange fire creature would probably try to shoot him down…

Evan decides to not fly into the sky. He takes Bryce over to where some teachers and other students are fussing over those who were hurt or wounded, handing him off to some lady who seemed very worried about him. He had been about to ask if there was anything they needed when he hears an all-too familiar voice.

“FUCK OFF ME YOU DAMN HOOCHIE! STOP TRYIN’ TO LIGHT MY FUCKIN’ GODDAMN PANTS- FUCK!”

Evan had panicked. Why the fuck is Delirious trying to fight some mystical fire spirit? When Jon said he was gonna have a word with the spirit, Evan thought he was just gonna throw some water at it and leave!

He runs back towards where he-

“What do you mean ‘you didn't think I'd fight it?’ What else does that mean?!” Jonathan interrupts him with surprisingly little shame. Well, it's good to know he willingly defends his past self’s acts.

Evan sighs. “I don't know, Delirious, I was panicking. Can I continue?”

“Yes,” Jonathan says innocently. “You may continue.”

He runs back towards where he had left Jonathan. To his horror, he sees Jonathan standing in front of the thing, two fists out and looking ready to fight.

And then, as if it's the most normal thing in existence, he runs up and punches the flame. Jonathan screeches in pain. His fist is on fire. He puts out the fire, and then sees Evan.

“Evan! Help me or some shit!”

Evan frowns. “Just leave it be! It'll leave eventually!”

Jonathan's response is to shoot a ball of water at it. The water evaporates on contact with the flames, the spirit not affected at all. Evan runs into the smoke and grabs Jon's hand, desperately trying to pull him away. This is so, so stupid and he's gonna get hurt and die but-

“Stop criticising me, dammit!” Jonathan pouts at Evan.

Evan can't help but laugh. “Oh hush. I'm just telling you how I saw it all go down.”