Fierce Of Flames (Wrath Of Gods Precursor 3)

One: This Is Not Game Of Thrones, I'm Not Sleeping With My Twin

QASSIANNE:
SIX MONTHS LATER:
    So it seemed finding the indigo huge ass Symbol, was, a lot harder than we first thought. Harder because of the whole, hiding out, stealing cars at times, stealing food, finding places to sleep, oh and let's not forget the retired CIA Navy Seals, and other alphabet titles after us. Apparently it was true our father had connections, and he was certainly using them all. Honestly, it was vexing. The indigo should have some sort of number you can call, like nine-one-one or something. Like seriously it would be so much easier running around the damn country if we A, knew where to go, B, knew their address, C, there were other Symbols across the damn country, oh and D, we knew a number to call so they could come rescue us if we needed help. Which, Qass and I did need. It was roughly six months since we went on the run, and shit kept going wrong at every step.
    There was no way for Qass and I to loose our father or his men for very long. We kept getting caught every few days, if we were that lucky. At the moment, I was roasting a rabbit over a fire I had made. Qass was finishing off a leg and tossed it into the roiling flames. THe bone snapped and crackled, sending off fresh scents of meat that made my own stomach growl. "You need to eat." "When we have enough food to last a few days I will." I said. Qass shook his head. "I'm going to check the surrounding area, no point in me being still if you won't at least try to eat something." I snorted. "Fine, go ahead." Qass rose, but instead of walking away, air swirled around his body and he rose into it. Flying higher and higher until he was above the trees and into the night sky. Yep you heard it right, flying. While I could produce perfect flames, and, if I had enough energy, actually transform my arms or hands into flames. Qassian could control the air currents and fly. I won't lie I was jealous, very, jealous. I mean sure, I could send this entire forest up in flames if I wanted, cause massive destruction. But I didn't, I wanted to fly. To go swirling through the air, to zoom around like him. But apparently, that was not a thing. The world apparently, had other ideas for this girl on fire.
    Shaking my head, I picked the rabbit of and began to wrap the meat up. Something made me whirl around, still holding the food. Out in the night, nothing moved, yet I knew, just, knew, I was being watched. I mentally counted how many days it had been. My eyes widened as I realized it was over two weeks. Over two weeks, which meant. "Well fuck." I murmured over the rabbit. Out in the dark, nothing moved still. I hadn't heard anything overt, that though, meant absolutely nothing. Father knew how to remain hidden, knew how to track without anything to help him. "Well fine then, fuck it I'm tired of running away." Louder, I called, "Come on, I know you're out there." Still with no sound, three figures came into my firelight. I spread my legs into more of a fighting stance.
    "Enough is enough Qassianne." The doctor who had drew our blood stood to the left of the middle figure. "Sorry Flynn, but it's not enough." I said with no sincerity what so ever. The middle figure said nothing. "Don't any of you come any closer." I said, stepping toward the fire. I laid the rabbit on my backpack, a backpack I had stolen, and took off a leg. I crossed my legs, and began to eat. For a while, the three just stared at me. "What? I said don't come closer because I'm hungry and wanted to eat before anything goes down." Stalling for time for your brother to return won't save you. I snorted, this time, genuinely. "And why is that, also, what makes you believe I want or, need, his help?" Flynn didn't answer. I continued eating. The three eased closer, their boots making no sound on the terrain. I finished one leg, and started on another, tossing it into the fire. "you aren't very smart are you? Fires at night, never mind we have night vision goggles. They are flags, drawing us right to you." I shrugged. "Ah well, how else am I gonna cook my food, and my brother's?" No reply.
    "So question, are you going to make me ask who you have going after Qass, or will you tell me?" "We have a specialist after your brother. Someone with a keen eagle's eye." I shivered. "If you kill him, I swear I will—"You'll do what?" Asked the doctor. "You're exhausted, defenseless, I'm sure you'd try to put up a fight, but we've had our eyes on you the passed six months girl, we know your limits and you're beyond them. You won't be able to produce more fire, especially not enough to do any sort of damage to us." "Wow, I'd say ouch, but what's the point." "Just give in now, and we'll treat you with as much mercy as your father deems you deserve." The three approached, encroaching smoothly. I bared my teeth. "You mean give me no mercy then, because we all know just how much my father despises my existence. That and everything else." "You will die." Rob's voice was inflectionless, cold and void of emotions. I smiled now, a broad vicious thing as they truly entered our little camp, my, little, trap. "Wrong." I said coldly. "You are." I breathed deeply in, and on the exhale, fire lashed out of my mouth in a torrent. THe men dove aside, but, I, hadn't, been, aiming, at, them.
    During the six months, Qass and I had taken every approach for this moment. We had stolen alright, but not just stolen food or water. And to be fair, why the fuck would I be even cooking a rabbit, if we had stolen food? The rabbit was a ruse, just like everything they had seen the passed six months. We'd let, them believe I was helpless without Qass. Let them pin him as the big shot. Like I said, it wasn't just food and water and sleeping equipment. All around our little camp, I had dug up fresh soil and laid coal under the ground, near enough to the surface. All in a great wheel pattern, coal was laid out, and olive oil saturated the ground. The effect, a perfect wheel shaped inferno. The three men were trapped in a single spoke on the huge wheel. I smiled as flame roiled around me, six foot tall flames that roared to life. Wind swirled, encouraging the flames to spread all around our camp. They took the prop backpack, which wasn't filled with supplies, but more coal.
Gunshots lashed out from the wheel and I ducked aside. They lashed out, little fists punching toward my general area. I closed my eyes and let the flames sink back inside me before I opened them. The three men stood, staring with cold blank expressions as I grinned, and let the explosion send me skyward. Fire exploded, rocketing me through the treetops, burning branches out of my way. Qass just stared as I hovered in the air ten feet away from him, staring at the thing of flames under my feet. He raised his eyebrows, ever, so, slightly. "Really." His voice was so dry. "What? I wanted to kill them all, would've saved us a lot of trouble." "And get us charged for patricide and homicide and now premeditated murder." I snorted, "Come on brother, before they gather their wits." Gun shots lashed out from below, aimed for our general area. "Carry me." I said, pretending to faint. The fire went out below my feet and on instinct, Qass flew forward, wrapping his arms around my back and legs. "I should so drop you." "No please please, I'm so sorry for everything I ever did to you sir." Qass scowled darkly. "Let's just get out of here." "Well let's go." I said as more gunshots lashed out, steadily getting closer. Qass zoomed forward a few dozen yards, and grabbed the two packs that hung from a branch. "Here, you carry these." "Asshole." He snorted. "You're so helpless, you carry the gear, and watch our backs and feet."
Sweeping over the ground, flying as swiftly as his power allowed, I realized that we'd learned a lot about our powers over the last six months. Qas no longer struggled to maintain flight like he use to. No longer only used flight to help get him in the air to climb buildings to escape our father and his men. No, now Qass flew in a straight line hundreds of yards above the trees, and, the more I noticed, the higher Qassian flew. So High in fact, my stomach dropped. "Um, Qass?" "What?" "How high exactly are you trying to get?" "Well as high as ever so we can get out of their firing range, duhhh." "Fuck me." I muttered. "You're very good looking, but you're my twin sister, and, no. I know they do it in Game Of Thrones, but still, no." I slapped his neck. "You bastard, that's so not what I meant, and how the fuck did you get away with watching Game Of Thrones?" "I have my ways." I shifted a little, taking very good care to stay in his arms. I wasn't use to Qassian having a sense of humor. That, was always my job.
I looked down, and very nearly felt the rabbit come right back up. I swooned, very unattractively, and clutched at Qassian. He snorted and said, "Relax, we'll—"Shit, look out." I gestured as something bright flashed and came flying toward us. On instinct, I conjured a ball of fire that grew to basketball size, and lashed out. The ball intercepted, whatever it was, and it exploded. Qass rose several more hundred yards. "What the fuck was that?" "I think they have missiles." I said as dryly as I could, even though fear was pumping through my blood. Qassian swore violently as another came flying out of the trees. I conjured another fireball and whistled as it flew off my palm and into the missile. "Get ready, WE'RE GOING UP." "Up?" I asked. "How up, like up up?" I asked, my rabbit seriously thinking about making a repugnant appearance. "Up up, straight up." I held in my scream as Qassian slowed to a stop, then, in the next second, another missile came for us. Qassian, flew, straight, up, the missile falling short as we ascended swiftly until we flew into the clouds.
"I could kill you." I said as he began to slow, and continued flying. "I could seriously kill you." "Worth it, very much worth it, oh I wish you could see your face." He shook his head. "Check to see where we're supposed to be flying." "How? Should I read the stars? Oh wait, we're in clouds I can't fucking see. Or should I asked the clouds to politesly move aside for us." Qassian just stared at me, then he howled with laughter. I realized what I had said. I hadn't fucked up my words since I was a little girl. "Politesly." He snorted. "Fuck off Qass." I said, beginning to dig into the pack looking for, ah-hah one of the other things we stole. I typed into the search box in safari on the iPhone and googled where we were. "We need to fly, that way." I said, pointing in a direction. Qass just stared at me. I rolled my own. "Ok fine, We're flying through Maryland. We need to go more East, which, I might point out again, is actually that way." Qass sighed and jerked us in that direction. "Fucking asshole." I snapped as I almost dropped the phone. "We only have two of these fucker." "Now look who's being all cautious and uptight." I snorted out a laugh that turned into a scream.