Home sweet home

[Knuckles]

It's a strange feeling being trapped in a burning building. Smoke flew through his lungs scorching them. It felt like someone took a match and lit his entire insides on fire. Breathing hurt. Each breath felt like his chest was drawing tighter and tigther. Liquid poured from his eyes as he clenched them shut. No, Indigo Tornhell wasn't crying. The heat was unbearable as the man frantically tried putting out the fires. Indigo stood with his teeth showing.

It didn't matter what had just happened. That this man was losing his entire world. That something else was going wrong inside. Indi was having fun. A careless act had gone too far out of control.

"You should be."

The man grabs buckets of water and starts putting out the fires. Sweat rolls down Indi's face. Opening his eyes, he searches around trying with all he had to remain conscious as the poison spread further and further throughout his entire body. Hands shook at his side. His vision was clouding. It all felt so strange, yet at the same time, there was this taste to it. One of pride and joy.

"Hey! In here!"

His gaze shot around as he tried looking through the thick cloud of smoke. Violent coughs escaped from his lips, and Indi bent forward throwing up whatever was inside of him. The back of his throat was raw. A fire danced inside him. One keeping him alive as another set of stomach acid flew past his lips onto the wooden frame.

"Matthew!" A girl's frantic voice broke through the sound of the fire popping. Bright orange danced before his eyes. He could help them put this fire out, but on the other hand, he could stand and watch the house go down in flames.

"Here. Help me, it's burning."

Indigo laughed.

"Watch out, the pyromaniac is in here."

It was quiet, and all Indigo could hear was the sound of coughs mixing with the popping and cracking of the flames.

"DID YOU DO THIS?" The girl turned away. Indigo stood staring at her. He had found his prize. His hard work had come to an end. His father would finally be pleased with him. Indi could imagine the amount of use she was. He didn't have to worry about his careless mistake as blows rained down over him. This one would bring a smile to the face of a not-so-caring man.

"Aren't you such a beautiful lady." His voice was quiet to start out with as he stepped over towards her. "I knew the hard work would pay off because now I have found my prize."

He stopped.

"Yeah. She would make a wonderful trophy."

[Jack Lexington]

I can hear Kyanites scream much clearer than I can see her with my eyes bruning like hell and watering up.

"DID YOU DO THIS?" She’s yelling at him and then grabs me by the shirt which I used to shield my nose and mouth from the worst. Of course that makes me cough like everybody else. Only that I can feel an odd burning sensation all through the right side of my chest, which makes me stop.

"We have to get out.. Matthew, it's too much for you. Out..." Ky begs but I’m notready to give up yet, so I tear myself from her grasp and get down to crawl to the living room window, tear down the large old curtains that I haven’t gotten rid of yet and suffocate most of the fire there.
The skin on my hands feels raw, so does every damn breath I take.
Kyanite is right. What’s the house worth if we die?

Again the irritating laughter of the fire devil shakes me to the bone. It’s so unreal and strange. Why is he laughing.
My head whirls around to see him standing next to Kyanite eyeing her like prey.

He says something to her but I can’t hear him because there’s still a part of the fire going.
What d o I do now? Run away and save ourselves? Stay and try to fight it?
A violent caughing fit shakes me so much I can’t even stand up straight. I duck down wiping at the water in my eyes and try to rid myself of the acidic smoke in my lungs but I know I’m loosing this game.
So I stumble over to Kyanite to grab her hand.
That’s when I hear his words.

"Yeah. She would make a wonderful trophy."
They sound deranged and completely foolish but what’s worse is that they remind me so much of Jins. She was always his trophy. I stare at him for the blink of an eye, then I grab him by the throat and push him against the wall behind him.
“You’ve done enough damage.”
Without further thought about what Kyanite might think, I cough once more, cringing because of the terrible sensation I get from it but then ball my hand into a shaking fist and smash it right between his eyes.
I don’t care if he’ll pass out in here.

Something suddenly hits the side of the house, it’s loud and shatters the rest of the broken kitchen window. A second later wet foam forces it’s way into the kitchen soaking every last bit of it, so I jump away , slip and fall.

[*]

His grandfathers place is filling up with smoke. It's filling up with a foal, horrible noxious fume and smoke that is damaging our lungs and making our eyes tear up. It's making this once beautiful place turn into a hell hole and it's that guys fault. I can't help us. I can't even get Matthew out of the house because as I pull on the back of his shirt to urge him to escape with me, he tugs away from me, pulling the only hope I had to get him out that I had. Right now, I know how important this place is to him. He's been needing out of his father's house. He's needed a place to provide and to protect Mira. A place where I would be welcomed as well and it's all going up in flames.

"Matthew..." I cough, holding onto my chest as he disappears and leaves me with this maniac. The guy just stands there laughing so oddly and I can only do so much until I start to grab for the window above the sink and open it up to let some of the smoke out. That's when I hear his words.

"Jins?" I whisper, fear so evident in my hushed voice because I can see his image in this man. This man must have had connections to Jins somehow. Why would he say that to me? Then a hand touches mine and I feel his grip on me. For some reason, I feel like it's Jins's hand and once again, he's going to try to kill me.

"He's dead. He's dead." I mutter to myself to get a grip on my own mind. Jins is dead. I know that. I know it. I'm suppose to know it. Why has this man found me? How has this guy found me again?

I jerk my hand out of the intruder's only to realize it's Matthew's a moment later when he suddenly hits the guy. With those earth shattering words, Matthew's already trying to make sure what happened with Jins and I doens't happen again with this guy. That's the last thing we need to get started.

The guy falls and lands into a big heap while I keep inhaling the smoke into my lungs making it harder and harder to breath and I turn to look at Matthew and to grab something else to help him try to extinquish the rest of the flames that are starting to spread again but glass suddenly shatters and sprays over me, causing a yelp and I feel my body trying to escape the barage of tiny glass particles from cutting into my skin and neck and just like that, some form of foam is being brought in rather quickly.

I push at my skin trying to rid myself of the glass, feeling tiny prickles of pain as I do, realizing that as I'm trying to brush the glass off that it's actually cutting tiny marks into my skin, so I stop.

"Help us..." I shout when I hear the mens voices from outside. My knees are getting soaked and I try to wipe at my face and feel, once again, the tiny prickles of pain as I move my fingers. "Matthew, are you okay? Answer me..."

I can feel my entire body shaking, fearful about the man that was in here and look over to see him still laying there. I also notice Matthew laying on the ground as well, so I pad my way over to him, and place a hand to his face. "Hun... are you okay?" I offer a faint smile, one full of pain and fear and all around utter disbelief.

[Knuckles]

The smoke was consuming him. Tearing his lungs apart. Shattering all that was left inside, yet it wasn't enough to stop him. His eyes focused on the girl through the smoke rolling through the building. The heat of the flames became almost unbearable, Indigo wouldn't move. His entire mind raced, but he couldn't take his thoughts away from the girl in front of him. "You'll be my prize for the hard work."

All he had left was to take her to his father to see if she was worthy enough. Perhaps it was all easier than he expected. Because the moment he tried wrapping his hands around her arms, the man caught his throat within his hands suffocating the life out of him. Indigo never stopped smiling as he was driven towards the wall behind him. "You've done enough damage." His voice sounded horrible through all the coughing and cracking of the fire.

It was times like this that Indigo felt on top of the world like nothing ever could go wrong. Why would a man harm an innocent soul? Indigo Tornhell hadn't done nothing wrong. No guilt or remorse bloomed through his body. He was empty. Throughout his entire life he lived making people miserable all because he felt the sudden temptation to control them. To make them into his prize.

The knuckles of a fist connected hard into his skull bashing his head against the wall. Blood instantly poured down his face and the back of his head. Smoke filled his lungs even more as he gasped for air. Stars danced before his eyes as he tried remaining strong, but consciousness was slowly fading away. He could hear the sound of glass shattering, yet it wasn't registered. Sliding down the wall, he landed on the ground leaving a blood stain behind him. His heart leaped inside his chest as he willed himself to stay awake, but even with the muffled sounds it wasn't going to be enough.

All of the smoke was getting to him because he took his hood off. Indigo knew he could've lasted longer if he kept it on, yet he never considered it. Blood caked against his face. Grey spots danced before him growing larger and larger with every passing second. Muffled sounds rang through his ears until it was all distorted.

His head fell forward as he took another deep breath sucking in all the smoke he possibly could at the given second. It felt like a fire formed inside his throat as his eyes shut slowly. For a moment, it was loud, then it was nothing as Indigo slipped unconscious.

[Jack Lexington]

Now that I've gotten my hands on him and he's threatening Kyanite in a burning house that he set on fire it feels way too much like Jins. All I want to do is make sure he won't hurt her, so I keep pounding away until the water breaks the window and drenches every little thing in its wake including me. Pieces of broken glass and wood fly all around us while the young man in front of me passes out, so I let go of him and try to struggle to my feet. The water and smoke mix into a terrible steamy smokey mess that is impossible to breathe.

All I can hear from my own lungs is wheezing. They feel so tight that I constantly cough.

That's when I feel Ky's hand on me and rub the burning water from my red eyes to look at her."Hun... are you okay?" There's a faint smile on her lips, which gives me a tiny bit of reassurance that we're going to be okay.
"Ya." I press out and cough again holding on to her arm.

A tidal wave of water forces its way into my grandfathers house knocking us off our feet and drenching us to the bone so I hold on to her with all my might until we're out of it.

The door falls down seconds later as three fireman make their way inside with a hose to point it at the remaining fire in the living room.
"help." I gasp over the noise and force myself to my feet.

One of them rushes over to us. "We have two people in here!" He yells and grabs yus both to support us outside which is more than necessary because I have the feeling my lungs are torched and upside down. I can't even walk by myself anymore so I let him drag me along.

Outside I collapse on the grass but as soon as I get some fresh air I roll onto my back and gasp. "There's someone else in there. Get him."