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| Scene Title | Shed |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Flesh fade, and mortal trash. Fall to the residuary worm, world's wildfire, leave but ash. |
| Date | November 2, 2018 |
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Something trickles down onto Isabelle's nose making hazel eyes pop open and her sleepy gaze notes flakes of ash falling from black ceiling above, she twists and turns her head to find Shahid eyes slowly widening.
Bite my tongue, bide my time
Wearing a warning sign
Wait 'til the world is mine
Visions I vandalize
Cold in my kingdom size
Fell for these ocean eyes
He's not there.
Gasping slowly the pyrokinetic sits up, discovering as she does so that she's sweating. The thin material of her tank top clinging to her body.
Release..
The voice curls around the edges of her perception and she looks up and around the small room, the pallet she was laying on moving and bobbing slowly underneath her. Heat marks spread from the edges of the mattress inwards and soon Isabelle is sitting in a pile of ash. "Stop baby please!"
The voice of her mother echoes beyond the threshold of her room. Izzy shrinks back from it, she knows what's in that other room. Seen it countless times now, relived it. The air feels charged around her and she scoots back into the corner, shaking her head from side to side. "No no." Not again. The brunette cries and the tears don't sizzle and evaporate away.
Release..
You should see me in a crown
I'm gonna run this nothing town
Watch me make 'em bow
One by one by one
One by one by
The room shudders and shakes, the wallpaper slowly peeling back but the fire isn't coming from Isabelle. The woman takes a shaking breath as the room burns around her and she winces from the heat, not enough to burn but to hurt. Little prickles of pain shooting around her body. "Belle! Sweetie!" her mother pleads and as the black smoke that fills the room becomes too much Izzy crawls forward on the floor towards the closed door, a shadow moving in the space underneath.
She hesitates. Stay and burn or move forward and face what she's done. It's a choice she has to make every night since her memories were unlocked but this night feels different. Her limbs feel slow as she reaches to turn the knob of the door to the rest of the apartment, slowly standing to her feet and bracing herself as she whips the door open.
You should see me in a crown
Your silence is my favorite sound
Watch me make 'em bow
One by one by one
One by one by one
Just beyond the door stands a dark haired woman, the face unrecognizable but Isabelle knows.. her mother. Face burnt and peeling off, eyes wide as she stares ahead and reaches out for her daughter. "*Belle please!**" There at her mother's feet curled up into a ball blackened and burnt her father already gone. Izzy slams her back against the room, tears pouring down her face and now sizzling away before they can get to her chin. The flames in the room roar, the back wall blown open to reveal..
Her mother lunges forward with a cry but scatters into ash before she can lay a blackened hand on Isabelle. Her father's body bursts into ashes and the gray matter swirls in a circle as Izzy holds the hot wall for support, something pulls her forward to the back wall and the red and orange light.
Release…
The voice louder than before in her head, louder than the screams of her mother and the crackling of the flames. It feels like fire itself. A stabbing pain in her chest has Isa doubling over as she drags herself forward through her parents ashes, hyperventilating from it all. Where was Shahid? Where was Magnes?
Count my cards, watch them fall
Blood on a marble wall
I like the way they all
Scream
Tell me which one is worse
Living or dying first
Sleeping inside a hearse
I don't dream
As she nears the edge of the floor hazel eyes bulge because the world outside burns. Gold, yellow, orange and red mixes and bleeds into the sky, a black and smoky mess. Not a soul can be seen in the blaze, buildings crumble as screams echo in the distance.
The smell of burnt flesh mixed with tar from the streets below mix and Isabelle would sink to her knees were it not for the bright blue ball of fire that floats out in the air beyond the apartment.
Come.. shed your skin… release…
Izzy finds herself stepping out to the air and finding support of an invisible force, hair blows back from the hot wind and her eyes squint as she makes her way towards the blue flame. Orange flames burst into life along her arms and legs, slowly spreading to the rest of her body burning the sweat stained clothes away, black and gray ash flickers and flutters in the air leaving a trail of it and inky black smoke. The stabbing sensation intensifies and Isabelle cries out as the blue flames before her wirthe and warp as she comes closer.
RELEASE…
The voice screams in her head and she does fall to her knees hanging in mid air, below her fire has consumed all of the city. The flames leap higher and higher almost licking the heels of her feet. "Release…" The voice speaks now from the blue flame as it shifts and elongates, slowly the shape of a person. A woman soon stands in front of Isabelle who looks on with horror as the faceless woman with empty eyes made of blue fire stares across at her with disdain. "Burn.. that skin.. burn it. A hiss as Izzy's orange flames begin to pull and change, slowly bleeding into blue to match the woman in flames.
You say
Come over baby
I think you're pretty
I'm okay
I'm not your baby
If you think I'm pretty
A low scream starts from the pit of Isabelle's stomach as she feels her skin burning, peeling back to reveal blue flame. As her body burns the woman in front of her opens her mouth in a ghost of a grin and leans forward, caressing Isabelle's cheek, "There.. there.. Release." Pressing her to continue the woman wraps herself around Izzy's burning form, the pyrokinetic howls in pain as she sheds her skin. Mid transformation the woman in flames tears back and funnels into Isabelle's open screaming mouth. Convulsing as she floats in the air her body wrecked by pain she tries to reach out for something as it feels like she's being consumed from the inside.
You should see me in a crown
I'm gonna run this nothing town
Watch me make 'em bow
One by one by one
One by one by
You should see me in a crown
Your silence is my favorite sound
Watch me make 'em bow
One by one by one
One by one by one
"….RELEASE!!" The voice is her own.
Cat's Place, Rooftop
Isabelle awakes with a start, the bottle of moonshine she was nursing on nestled between her thighs, she has dozed off how long ago she couldn't be sure. Eyes wide as she looks up to the sky and tries to catch her breath. Stiffness makes the brunette go to stretch and shift her gaze forward causing the woman to pause in shock.
In front of her less than four feet away floats of small ball of blue flame.
Isabelle stays still afraid to move, she was still in a dream, had to be. Before she can react much more the flame goes out with a crackle and hiss, black smoke left rising into the night sky. Slamming her fist on the surface of the roof, Isabelle shuts her eyes and leans her head back.
"…Fuck."