Cold Flames

Chapter 8 : Cafe Frenzy

There was a fire. A big fire that must have broken out in that café's kitchen. I tried to keep my composure, but it was extremely hard with all this smoke around. I managed to pry my eyes open, and I saw something I thought I'd never see. It was Firen and Limana going off into frenzy. Only pure bloods were capable of such a state, especially with a fire this small. They were raging and running everywhere, and setting things on fire with their hands. I tried to get up, but I couldn't with all this smoke surrounding me. People were screaming, trying to escape. But Limana was setting the entrances and exits on fire. "Burn! All of you burn to hell!" she growled in a hellish voice. I knew this girl was demonic the way her hair was on fire. As I looked closer, it wasn't the both of them making all that commotion, it was mainly Limana. Firen on the other hand just burst aflame everywhere she touched creating her own flaming environment. But she was quiet compared to her counterpart, spawn of Satan named Limana. She didn't make any noise at all. She seemed like art in motion to me. She was so beautiful, yet so dazed... as if in a trance. The people scattered for cover from the unexpected threat, trying to shield themselves from possible harm these girls seemed more than willing to inflict on anyone and anything. I however wasn't so scared to be seen.

I tried to get back up, but stumbled in the process. That motion caused her to notice me. Okay, maybe not the way I wanted to be seen, but could you give me a break? I could hardly breath in this polluted death trap of smoke. Her eyes that gazed upon me... those weren't the eyes I fell for. No, these eyes were a dark crimson red, too wild for anyone to tame. This beast could not...no, would not be tamed. She slowly walked toward me, eyes locked on target. She stood over me with greatness. Her golden yellow afro fell straight around her, as if steam pressed by all this fire around us. "Iceman" she mouthed. Did she recognize me? Or see me as her natural enemy? She grabbed my throat ruthlessly, her grip growing tighter by the second. Her eyes staring at me curiously while her brows furrowed, bring the look of contempt in full throttle. Ok... definitely being seen as the enemy right now. "Firen..." I choked out. She paused. "What did you just call me...?" a growling voice bit out, nowhere near the sound of Firen's. I took this opportunity to keep going. "Firen... get a grip-*cough cough*." For a moment, I thought I saw orange eyes flicker, but it was so quick, it could have just been a mixture of hope and imagination. Shoving me to the ground, Firen grabbed her head in pain. Stumbling backwards, seemingly unable to hold her balance. "Limana!" that voice shrieked with agony but sounding mixed with Firen's normal voice. She dropped to her knees, Firen looking around helplessly, her eyes flicking between colors, but it seemed as if she couldn't see through the very eyes that were somehow betraying her. Limana looked over to us, and saw her current object of aflame hate.

Me.

She took a couple steps in my direction, before she lunged like a cat about to pounce on her prey, only to crash with another fire person that came from a broken window. She crashed to the floor, banging into many fallen tables. Not a moment later, a string of Firemen poured in, settling the situation we all found ourselves entangled in. The Fireman looked over to me wearily. He inched closer and asked cautiously, "Are you okay?" He seemed unsure what to make of my current state. Unable to find my voice, my bare nod gave way that I was alright. Well... managing enough. I looked over to a now passed out, paroxysmal Firen. "Help...her..." I managed to choke out. My throat felt like it was filled with smoke. I swear every breath I took burned my lungs. I couldn't stand this fucking place. This was one of the ways to kill an Ice person. Suffocate them with fumes from fire. Burning them alive could also do the trick. It would surely torture them also. Or maybe beheading them... but that was on the medieval side. People were more a fan of removing vital organs these days, like the heart or brain these days. My runway thoughts on killing ice people refocused on the scene around me. I saw how the reinforcement fire men took over by settling the fire by sucking it inside them. My gaze shot back over to Firen who was now being helped by the fireman I sent over. He seemed shocked at her measures. He quickly bent down to her, and started to pummel his fists into her chests severely. I in shock of what was being done in front of me, stumbled over to them quickly. I grabbed his fist desperately. "Don't hurt her..." I said breathlessly weak. He looked at me inquisitively, and explained to me what he was doing. "Don't worry, I'm helping her. She rejected her instinct, which will reject her natural heat. This includes her body heat. If this is rejected, it could be fatal. So I need to give her heat. It's a safety measure she has to undergo..." He said matter-of-factly. I nodded, just wanting him to finish with Firen already.