Fire and Ice

7- Broken Activity

Its been days since Theo's been locked in the cell. Every now and then a boy gets taken out of theirs, and sent away. Dan has to wipe their memories first though.

He sits on the floor of his cell, his knees pulled to his chest, his icy blue eyes blank. He stares at the roof of the room, feeling nothing.

Upon noticing the small boy across from him, he moves his attention to him. The boy- Scott, is shivering. Theo doubts he's very accustomed to the deep chill. This boy is a normal human with no powers at all, and he's been dragged here. Feeling bad for him, Theo takes off his jacket, throwing it with as much effort he can in his state.

Scott looks up, his dark blue eyes bewildered. Theo smiles weakly, "take it, itll warm you up."

The boys looks at the jacket, "w-wont you be c-cold t-though?"

Theo shakes his head, "no I'll be okay."

Scott smiles limply, pulling the large jacket over his arms. He thanks Theo before laying back on his bed, the thin blanket pulled up to his chin.

Theo sits back down on the floor, wrapping his own blanket around his body.

Theo looks to the ground, groaning when he sees the same stone surface.

He looks up at Scott, before taking a deep breath. "Hey Scott?" The boy hums in response.

"Where were you when he- that man kidnapped you?" Scott stiffens, his cheeks reddening. He lets out a slight laugh, his face twisted into shame.

"I'd tell you, but you wouldn't beleive me." He looks down at his frail hands, examining his faint blue finger tips.

Theo frowns faintly, tilting his head. "Try me." He crosses his pale arms over his chest.

"I was um, I was," he shifts his eyes.

"I was killing ants with my hands!"

Theo stops short, he looks at the young boy in suspicion and bewilderment.          

"You were killing ants with your hands?" He asks curiously. 

Tears well up in Scott's deep blue eyes, "I didn't mean to!" He cries.

He places his head in his hands, "I promise it was an accident!" He wails at Theo.

Theo looks at this boy, so broken and frail, so gentle yet dangerous, if trained that way. Theo knows, in his brain, that he has the capability to hurt him, but in his heart, he's sure this boy couldn't.

The older boy smiles kindly, "I know, and we're getting out of here." The strength in his voice is reassuring, so Scott can't help but to smile.

***

Azarlea sits in her bedroom, her head in her hands. She's been a wreck since Theo went missing. Neither Charlotte nor her have seen him, and half the Sherrif's Department is on the lookout for him. She remembers exactly what she did and why she did it. Although she can't help but to think it was a bad idea. 

We need to get the boy!  That smooth, crual voice thunders through her head for what seems like the one thousandth time in a week. Ive found where he lives! I've been looking for him for weeks! She remembers listening in curiousity. I need Theo! I need his heart in my hands, I need to watch the life drain from his eyes. She remembers that cold, low laugh.

That was it, she remembers running faster then she ever had before, down to Theo's home. Upon making sure no one was home, she stands in the front yard. She remembers taking a breath, feeling the familiar smooth burn in her chest, traveling down her arms, into her finger tips. She remembers her foot twitching, her breathing quickening. She'd never done magic this complex before, but in her mind, she knew Theo's life was on the line. She felt her energy draining from her, the hot flames sparking from her palms. She remembers the flickers singing the grass, making their way to the house. With a sudden bang, the wood was burning and Azarlea had fled.