Phoenix Fire: From Witin the Flames

Good-Bye Asylum

 

Chapter 4

“Good-Bye Asylum...”

 

Another concrete room, it smelt faintly of mould and something which brings up too many memories, bad memories... blood. I smelt blood. So this is how I will die? In a dark room where I cannot see my fate, just as the falling autumn leaves did while they danced. Then I shall dance to... and in the best way I know how. I climb to my feet and clap my hands, sparks fly and skirt across the ground before disappearing; I rub my hands together and fast. Then clicked my fingers. They burst into flames. Orange and yellow flames tickled my fingers as they danced in-between them. I looked at my hands studying them, the flames dancing, as if I’d never something so impossible, so beautiful, so dangerous before.

 

I flicked the wrist of my right hand and a whip... a whip made of fire, extended from my palm and I gripped it as if it were solid in my grasp. I cracked my fire whip and twirled it around me like a ribbon, the fire leaving a trail of smoke and ash behind it. Dancing and twirling and whirling... ribbon dancing, fire as the ribbon. A click sounded behind me and I flinched to a halt, twirling to whoever dare enter.

 

“Put down your weapon hands up and legs apart mouth shut, don’t move and I won’t shoot” A gruff voice barks. My eyes are wide and my heart is pounding against my chest, a sliver barrel of a gun pointing to my chest. I have 2... 2 options: 1) I either use my ‘weapon’ to whip his gun from his hands and into mine or 2) put out my fire & do as he says. I stare at him a moment longer, his gun loaded. Too dark to make out his features but just light enough from my fire to make out his figure and the steel gun.

 

I spin, twirling the ‘ribbon’ above my head then flicked my fiery whip at the gun pointing at me. My whip wrapped around the gun’s barrel; I tugged my whip and twirled 3600 then spun another 3600 hitting the guard in the face with his weapon and the fire whip. He hisses a curses of pain staggering back. I tug in my fire whip and grab the gun in my burning hands. I stare at it 1... 2 seconds pass before the guard recovered and charges at me.

 

I twirl to the side, dogging him as if it were nothing still staring at the gun in my hands. I crush the barrel, melting the metal, imprinting my grip in the metal. I toss it to the side then flick my wrists and two fire whips extend from my pointer and middle fingers. ‘Bring it on!’ I snarl in my head cracking my whips in front of me, making the guard jump back. I crouching somewhat, and eyed the guard. His eyes were wild and full of fear, he was defenceless like I always was, so helpless so innocent... no... A monster is what I am!

 

He showed no fear but I saw it in his eyes and heard it in the panting of his breathing. White mist suddenly swathes me, putting out my flames, and white crystallized ‘snow’ formes on my arms, shoulders and head. I flung my arms up to protect my face and cover my mouth, it was choking me.... a fire extinguisher. I fall to my knees, coughing, gagging for air. So desperate for air

 

Air air air! I need air. Please stop stop stop! I am a fire and I need air to live! I collapse onto my stomach, rasping, wring on the ground choking, clawing for the air that I so disparately needed.

 

“Stop! You’re killing her!” a voice cries and the mist stops chocking me, suffocating me, killing me. I gulp down mouthfuls of air to satisfy the fire in my lungs. My body burst into flames helping me gain the oxygen I need, also a defence mechanism