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 Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 3:32 pm
How did it feel to know you were going to get burned? Was he afraid? Yes. He was terrified. The idea of being burned naturally made him shudder, and despite being unable to do anything about it, his body was pumping hard, heart racing, screaming at him to stop it. He could not, and his only action was to watch her as she moved closer, breath catching, and before he could jerk his seat or blow at the matches like before. There had been a small hope he could just keep blowing out the matches until she was out, but she kept him from that. Gripping his throat, she dropped her flames and let his uniform be the kindling.
The matches tumbled down his front, and when she let go, he looked down to watch them stop just where the chains squeezed his body. They sat a moment before catching on his sash and started to eat away. Just like the bow, the fire caught and traveled up his side to his shoulders. The matches still stuck by his chest, eating away at the first layer. As it started to crawl up his clothes, ghosting across the fabric as it burned holes.
It was heat. Hot, blazing heat that started dull warm and intensified quickly to the point he felt himself cook. The legs of his chair clacked as he tried to shake off the matches in hopes of throwing them off to the ground, but they were pinned in the holes of the chains, secure and happily eating away. It burned. It burned!!! The fire that traveled up his sash slowed by his shoulder, chewing the last remains of green before it caught on little bits of hair, licking at his ear before it caught again on something more natural. The smell of burn hair intermingled with cloth and skin. It ate at him, burned his chest and shoulder, licked at his neck and now found enough hold on the tips of his hair to grip hold and climb up.
Clenching him teeth and keeping quiet was impossible before he let out a whine and then looked up to her, desperate for her to stop. "I don't know. I told you, I don't know!" She didn't buy it. Wouldn't. It was a lie, and he never had been a good actor. The flames continued, and he let out a whine and then started to cry out. Telling her to stop wouldn't work. Telling her please wouldn't work. She didn't care for please. He could only clench his eyes to keep them from being burned as it ate away at him as he screamed. While it lasted seconds, it was an eternity in the flames of hell.
Then, with a tip of a pale, stale water put out the flames. Smoke rose from his clothes, black marks dotted his neck as his charred uniform was dotted with open holes that showed off red skin and his hair….half of it was nothing more than a matted black mass against his scalp.
As the water dripped, he curled in, and hoped the water dripping off his face masked any tears.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 3:33 pm
Gunn was dispassionate. How else could it be described? Everything depended on her not showing how much this scared her, that she wasn't fighting back the urge to vomit. She'd done this before, but never to this degree. The urge to douse him early was strong; she fought it back by thinking about how this boy would have killed Kres if he could. It was integral he not be given that chance.
To protect civilians: Akio, Officer Smith, Jada, Clarissa, Adrian, Dani, Kres, Kres, Kres. The people who'd been victimized before, like her mother and father and unborn little brother. She was concentrating so hard on not letting anyone see that she was afraid that she let the fire go a little too long, but when she realized the time she threw the bucket's contents over his head.
Maybe she should ask Ares if they could get a fire extinguisher.
She pressed her hand to the unburned side of his head, forced him to meet her eyes. "That's not good enough," she said. Then she let go, and turned to leave the room--she had to wash her hands, and then she'd be back--since there was no way for him to escape, it should be fine. At the last moment, something occurred to her, and she stopped in the doorway. With a small smile, she said, "I'll be back later, pet."
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