Woven at the Soul

Literal Hell on Earth

"Fire!"

Izac screamed, his voice panicked and louder than the cackling of the ever-growing flame.

The sight was mesmerising; it captivated the four of us, the world's only super humans, as it approached us at an alarming rate.

Darkness blinds with absence, but fire, it blinds with beauty.

Another one of my favourite quotes.

Enough about nice phrases, we had to leave if we didn't want to be burnt to a crisp.

We ran back through the trees, knowing that in mere moments, they'd be nothing but ash.

After we found a decent clearing, we stopped to catch our breath. My bag felt like someone dumped a pile of bricks in it, so I put it down momentarily.

Then, I noticed something I think I should've noticed before. Madeleine was able to keep up with us; no matter how fast we ran.

Damn.

"We need to keep moving. That fire is spreading fast, and we're standing in the middle of a dry, grassy field." Arlene said, fanning herself in attempt to from the dry heat.

I picked up my bag and we kept walking in hopes to find a small town; preferably one that doesn't know we're 'dead'.

By the time the sun was going down, we found a small village.

Now, I'm going to go Deadpool on you guys for a second, so hear me out.

You're probably imagining a small village to be something like this - one to two hundred people, living in tiny houses, isolated from all forms of society, but this is basically the opposite of that, besides the population.

This 'small village' was a village of mansions, much like Madeleine's. Each was five stories high and uniquely designed; every single one standing out amongst the crowd. There was one large mall in the centre, and it was basically being framed by the enormous houses.

Shocked and relieved, we took our chances and walked into the strange, isolated town.

"State your name and official business."

We jumped at the sudden noise, then looked over to see a tall, broad shouldered, menacing security guard standing in our way.

We decided to state our business, as she said.

"We need to stay for a while. We're refugees and everyone who knows us thinks we're dead." Izac explained, eyes full of life. Madeleine faked some tears and Arlene 'soothed' her, unable to keep her from 'crying'.

"Is there a shelter we can stay in, just until we can get back on our feet?" I pleaded, putting false panic into my voice.

To my surprise, she bought it.

"I'm not supposed to let in people without connections to residents," she looked over her shoulder warily "but, I can make an exception. If anybody questions you, say you are guests of Zamira Kazma. They won't question you."

I'm going to guess that this woman is Zamira Kazma, or she wouldn't have done anything. As for looks, in four words; Zamira had godly beauty.

Her dark chocolate coloured complexion was immensely clear and solid, and her raven hair, that couldn't have been more than three inches long fluffed out gracefully. Her emerald eyes popped out in colour, and her full lips were decorated with blood red lipstick.

Truly beautiful.

And, I could tell Arlene saw it too, even more than I did.

I already ship it.

Zamira rushed us inside and stood at the gate again, as still as a statue.

We cautiously explored the area, eventually finding a nice, little park to rest in.

The park was lusciously green, had swing sets and slides scattered everywhere, and there was one enormous jungle gym in the middle; it must've been the size of a small house.

We sought refuge in the top floor of the climbing structure when we saw it; fire.

Again, really?

It made sense, I guess, but how was it this dangerous?

Who started the fire?

It wasn't us, that's for sure.

"We have to leave. Again." Arlene said, starting to get annoyed.

"The fire's back."

Frustrated, we climbed down as the nearby houses caught on fire.

We heard blood curdling shrieks as people and their priceless possessions burnt to a crisp. We dashed past Zamira, who was pulling some people out of a wreckage.

I felt really bad.

Arlene felt worse.

She looked back at us, terrified.

"Run! Run and don't come back for me!" Zamira instructed us, screaming over the ear piercing screams and crashes.

Arlene nodded, tears in her knowing, deep blue eyes.

We ran.

We ran and we ran and we ran until our feet couldn't carry us and the blazing fire resembled a match.

When we finally stopped, Arlene did something that no one expected.

She started screaming and sobbing violently.

I couldn't even understand what she was saying.

We stood there, stunned.

This woman who seemed so strong, so knowing, so caring and so stable, she's fallen like a house of cards right in front of our eyes.

And even though we wanted to comfort her, we knew there was nothing we could do.

I decided to speak up.

"Arlene, we have to keep moving, the fire is still approaching-"

"Get aWAY FROM ME!" she screamed, putting up a forcefield that sent me flying backwards.

I crashed into a nearby boulder, clutching my now bruised elbow.

"Arlene, we have to go. Please don't cry..." Madeleine whispered, sulking backwards in a new type of fear.

Arlene looked at the five year old, cheeks red and sight blurry.

"You, you're right. Parcee, I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to hurt you-"

"Ah, it's fine. I can heal myself, I'll just use a sapling or something." I smiled a little, trying to compensate for my injury.

Thank goodness for these powers.

I healed myself and we headed off again in hopes to find a semi permanent place to stay.