The Raw Calm

Lamented

           

Written September, 2016. Inspired by a prompt; "This isn't me, I'm not this person."

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"This isn't me, I'm not this person."

His whole body was trembling, hands scarred and burnt. Flames licked at his shins, gracing his body with its sizzling touch. Aviator jacket charred, the tears he tried to shed would just evaporate, burning his eyes. The bluenette looked at the boy in terror, body seizing up at the smell of smoke, the pureness of the flames, trying to curl its way around her.

"This isn't me! I swear, Elise..."

"You don't deserve to call me that!" She snapped, backing away from the blaze that grew ever brighter, ever more blue. "How do I know who's talking right now, Alejandro?! You're acting batshit crazy, just like the other guy." Although Elise tried her hardest to sound firm, her words were trembling as much as her shoulders. She could not stand this heat; she could not stand this fire. Taken aback by the remark, the firestorm became fiercer, safety flame to blue; azure now burning Alejandro's clothes to a complete obsidian, making his skin pop and sizzle. He was about to conjure an unstoppable storm of destruction again, kill someone he cared for again. He couldn't have that, but the flames grew bigger. They were chasing down Elise.

"I'm trying, trying so hard, to stop it," He collapsed to his knees, gritting his teeth as he hit the coal-lit surface, "but this is just... It's too much. A dragon is too much." He knelt over, his carmine hair beginning to burn off. If he looked up at the sky now to see the billowing smoke, to listen to her choked sobs, to pay attention to his burning lungs, to pay attention to his roasted feet and hands, perhaps he would understand. Yet his boysenberry eyes were burning to such an extent that he could barely look up. "Sorry I'm so crazy," he spoke in muted tones, "I'm sorry that you can't even differentiate myself from him; the good guy from the bad guy. Maybe there was only one of us to begin with."

Elise was crying now. Her hair was beginning to burn up. Crying without tears, her throat too dry to make any noises that made sense. A silent, painful wail as the tongues of azure grabbed at her chalk skirt, her clothes already beginning to smoulder. One more breath of smoke, and out she did. Out of this realm, lost on the ground.

The carmine boy instantly thought the worst, and let out a heart-wrenching howl. On the ground, he laid his throbbing cheek against. Alejandro had messed up in the worst way possible, and Evangeline couldn't save him this time. This ungodly fire began to eat him up, burning his bones. Only now did the fire change from an ocean blue to the medallion gold it once was. And only now did a single figure emerge from the mess of flame. A figure that to the burnt-unrecognisable Alejandro was none other than God.

"Son of Lust and Successor to that Sin," a feminine voice bellowed, creeping into his toasted ear holes, "the power of which killed Lust is a mighty power, useless to you. Your weakness, The Justisia's weakness. All damage dealt shall be reversed, if thee only swear his blood belong to mine own."

But a body lamented may leave no reply.

And so it became a dream, much to the voice's disappointment.