Cold Flames

Chapter 17 : Not Heaven

What... was happening? Trying to open my eyes, I realized everything was just as blurred together like the past few events. Things started to fall together as I put it piece by piece. I do remember me yelling at Vice those hurtful words. I remember his taken aback expression hinted with bits of sadness. I remember fighting those persistent ice people. Oh yeah... the ice. I remember that long stick of ice that plunged straight through my chest. So... am I dead? I can't be dead because I don't feel too good. Matter fact, I feel quite the opposite of good... searing pain would be the emotion my mind chose to settle on. But how can that be? I felt the ice go through me....

Oh.

Images rushed back, as I recalled the furnaces distant memory. I get it now. Vice's attempt. He probably tried to help me. Oh goddess, what's happened to Vice? My frantic assumption something had happened to him, only made me realize this compromised position. When I attempted to move, I felt a restriction. That's when I started to fully take in my surroundings. I struggled to open my eyes, and saw nothing. It was too dark, too cold, and felt like ice surrounded me. I felt a rusty cold chain in my mouth, scraping against me, no doubt chipping away at my teeth, with equally cold chains on my hands and ankles. Was this metal or something far colder? My hands were carefully separated, and encased in blocks of ice. Something was pumping a cold stream into my veins from my back, causing my body to grow colder by the second. What the hell kind of sadistic shit is this? Oh... oh now I'm understanding... This was hell for sure.

Those bastards. How dare they do this to me? I'd attempted to move my legs because they began to cramp, but they were stopped short. They'd put me in a too small place. Too short for me too stretch, and too stout to stand. Was I in a fucking box?! Moving my body about, I realized it was some type of steel. However, besides myself, the space you'd assume I'd have was filled with sharp ice, that poked and jab me everywhere, only making this rocky toe that much more painful... whatever they were pumping in my blood didn't help my body rejuvenate fast enough to combat the harmful setting.  What on earth are these people into? Ill tell you what though, I knew I was moving. This small space, with every jab and prick of ice, was suffocating for sure, but moving where? I felt whatever I was in slow down to a stop as I assumed it wasn't going anywhere fun. The top of this box opened, and I saw a haughty ice man sneer down at me.

Yep. Definitely hell. "Disgusting." He said with great disdain. Then he raised his hand in a gesture that suggested he was about to hit me. Why he was so angry with a total stranger, I'd never know. But just in time, someone grabbed his hand. "Don't waste your energy. She'll get  hers soon." The other ice man said. The haughty iceman smiled down at me with wicked delight. "Good. This sinful creature deserves every bit of it." He spat while looking at me with full hatred. Not sure why, but I could tell this patriotic act this guy was putting on talked backwards far before he even laid eyes on me. Another iceman emerged in my view, grabbing me by my hair, and dragged me out the cramped, painful prison, instantly disconnecting whatever was penetrating into my back. I hit the snow-covered ground harshly, slowly recognizing I had some parts of me with open wounds still, having my blood splattering on the snowy ground. But he paid no mind to my discomfort. He pulled me grudgingly to an oversized mansion. This guy definitely didn't like his job, no matter what kind of hate he thought he had.

I regrettably admit I did let out yelps of pain and short sobs. I had no idea why I deserved such treatment, but I wasn't to reason the S.V.O., my family made haste to tell me about the types of people they were. We seemed to be miles away from any type of civilization, which meant I'd probably be spending the rest of my days here. But seeing as I was not the first fire person here, did not ease my assumption. I glanced around catching ice people's glares and sneers from everywhere. But then I would see chained fire people, pay the point of recognition, clearly in irreversible pain they had suffered long before I showed. How long has this been going on? How many of my people had they snatched away got them to never be seen again? I'd see rows of fire people shackled to a dolly on top of each other, as if they were bulk product to be transporting. What the holy hell. My passionate flames of fury raged, but there was hardly any strength, much less fire in me to push out. What did they do to me?