Give it Back - Fic for scifi_muses

[open_flame]

Character: Liz Sherman
Fandom: Hellboy
Rating: PG-13 (language and violence)
Word Count:517
Prompt: scifi_muses Vol 1 Week 46 Cold and Ugly-Tool
Setting: Hellboy I
AN: Scared and Jewelry is what jumped out at me, so here you go.


“Give it back.” I whimpered and wiggled in the bed they had just restrained me to. It wasn’t like the others, it was made of concrete and the restraints weren’t fabric, but metal chains. They learned their lesson the last time I got upset.

My eyes burned with tears as the orderly removed my cross from my neck.

“Please, give it back…please, I need it.” I begged as he shoved it in his pocket and laughed.

My cross…gold….I’d had it since I was 6…my mother….she gave it to me…when I….when I lost control. Prayer…confession…would keep the fire away. I need it…I’m too scared… to be without it.

What’s wrong with my head?

“Aw, little pyro getting all fuzzy?” he smirked at me. “Imagine that.” He glanced at the needle of sedative he had injected me with moments ago.

“You are a pain in my ass.” He grabbed my face and got up close to me. “You don’t belong here, you freak. You ought to be locked up in a prison, with the rest of the criminals.”

“No….I didn’t mean…I couldn’t…” I choked on my tears. “God…punishing me…for my sins” I whispered so low I wonder if he could hear me.

My eyes darted back and forth from his face to his pocket. He just gave me that same ugly smirk. “This little trinket of yours should make up for all the trouble you’ve caused me, little Lizzie” He pulled the cross…my cross…from his pocket and let it twirl by the chain."It's worth a lot, solid gold."

“GIVE…IT…BACK!” I hissed as I pulled on the chain, almost reaching him.

I felt the back of his hand on my face in an instant, the hot sting. “Stay back, you fuckin’ freak.” He shouted at me as my head hit the concrete slab, the breath getting knocked from my lungs as I fell back.

My hands lit up in a flash, my body following suite a moment later. “Why did you do that?” I looked up at him as he backed away, the flames growing around me every second. Water began to pour from the ceiling, trying to put out the fire. It wouldn’t. It couldn’t.

My fire burned so hot the chains melted before he had time to enter his access code to open the door. I was up and next to him in seconds, his flesh sizzling as he tried to back away from me, blocked by the wall.

“No, stay away, please.” he cried as he shielded his face from me. “I’ll do anything, ANYTHING! Just don’t kill me.”

“Give it back.” I whispered. I smelled his hair burning, my fire reflecting in his eyes. He reached onto his pocket and pulled my cross out, dropping it into my waiting, burning hand.

“Thank you.” I stepped back as my fire flicked out. I placed the cross back on my neck and sat in the window, trying to drown out the sounds of the alarms, the man’s panicked screams, and the sound of the water trickling down the wall.

I bowed my head and started to pray.

Comments

[sylar.livejournal.com]

I know just how you feel. Kill 'em all.

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

I didn't want to hurt him.
I couldn't control it.

[beshter.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the Muses, Liz! Yay!

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

Thank you.