Welcome to Gaia! ::

Um.. here is the first part of a story I'm writing at the moment. It's called The Grim Reaper. Tadah..

Chapter 1
Burning

Everything was burning. The house. The garden. Everything. Painfully bright yellow and orange flames clawed out of the windows where the glass had smashed from the intense heat, like furious animals. On the few patches of grass in the front garden that weren't being burned to dust, every single blade had dried up and turned brown as their insides evaporated.
Everything was burning.
Except the girl. In the topmost room of the two storey house, where the fire was hottest, and large chunks of wall had already crumbled away, she lay. The bed she lay on was on fire as much as the rest of the house, but it did not seem to be actually burning, as if the flames were not actually touching it. The girl's eyes were shut, and she lay slumped on the bed with her arms and legs flung out, like a rag doll that had been tossed to the floor. But even more than the burning inferno surrounding her, the girl herself was strange. Though the heat around her had evaporated every source of water in the house, her long black hair was floating up above her head like it would have done if she had been underwater. The girl was struggling to breathe, her breath catching in her throat, and whenever she managed to exhale, a large silvery bubble would bloom out of her mouth. Her skin seemed to be glowing, but as if lit from inside, the brightness rippling across her like the sun reflecting off water on a bright day. Above her, the acrid black smoke was roiling and twirling, completely obscuring the ceiling from view. In the smoke there were faces. A man and a woman screaming in terror. They twisted and changed into four faces, cringing as if in pain. They disappeared too, replaced by other faces. Faces that didn't look quite human.
On the road outside, a car pulled up. It was a Land Rover, its highly polished black paint turned orange and white in the light of the fire. The engine stopped, and a woman stepped out of the driver's side. She was tall, with long skinny limbs as if she had been stretched. Her white-blonde hair was pulled back into a smart ponytail, and her eyes were hidden behind huge black sunglasses. Out of the passenger side appeared another woman, who came to stand next to the first. They were both identical in every way, only the second woman was a head and a half shorter than the other. They watched the raging inferno before them for a moment, as casually as if they were watching ducks on a lake. After a minute or two, the shorter woman spoke.
“She's one of them?” the taller woman nodded.
“She's one of them, and of the two remaining, I know which as well.” the shorter one turned to look at her as several bricks broke free of the front wall and tumbled to the ground.
“You know? How can you tell?” she asked. The taller woman gestured absently at the fire.
“Two reasons. The Siren's domain is not fire. And even if it was, he or she could never destroy anything this easily. No, get our fire crew over here. This is our girl.”