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scifi_muses
Oct. 28th, 2009 08:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
open_flameCharacter: Liz sherman
Fandom: Hellboy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 419
Prompt:scifi_muses vol2.week11
Robin Hood: He called the Crusades a foolish quest. He said it was vanity to force our religion upon other men.
Setting: BPRD Comic Book - Hollow Earth
AN: Liz reflects on her (foolish) quest to rid herself of her fire. Comic book mantra, as opposed to Hellboy 2 Movie mantra. Borrowed Dialogue from BPRD Comic Book - Night Train
A flame. A line of fire. Separate it. Bring it together. Bind it to itself. Shape it. Release it.
Repeat.
It’s been two years. Two long and very cold years since I came to the Temple, seeking to control the fire inside me. Every night before I sleep, I practice control, my eyes focusing on the fire I cradle in my hands, causing me to fall into a trace like state. A meditation of sorts, an exercise to harness the power of my fire and keep it under my control.
“The fire is not my enemy, it is a part of me, it is mine.” The words are meant to sooth my anxiety, bring me peace and calm when the environment I find myself in presents an obstacle that would ordinarily cause me to lose control.
A flame. A line of fire. Separate it. Bring it together…
I miss Hellboy. I feel the fire flare when I think his name. I had no choice after he left us. I had to leave; I had to find a way to keep everyone safe from me.
After I drained my energy into that homunculus…Roger, as Red named him, I finally felt at peace. The gnawing energy rushed into his body and I felt like my life was mine again. It was beautiful. I was finally free.
A flame. A line of fire…
Of course, it didn’t work out. I died. I had to take the fire back. Or rather, Roger gave it back. I felt so guilty, using him like that. I didn’t do it to give him life. I did it to get back mine. I’ll never be able to forgive myself for doing that to him.
“I never wanted to be a pyrokenetic,” I told him while we were on a mission once. “When I saw you, I saw an escape”
The worst part was, he felt like he was the one that did something wrong. He blamed himself for my death, short as it was. I told him so many times that I wanted to be rid of the fire; I wanted it gone. I didn’t know I would die. Though if someone told me before I did it that I would have, I’d still have done it.
I wanted to die. Living with the fire was a fate worse than death. I killed so many people, so many innocent lives. Everything terrible that had ever happened in my life came down to one tiny thing.
A flame…
Fandom: Hellboy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 419
Prompt:
scifi_muses vol2.week11Robin Hood: He called the Crusades a foolish quest. He said it was vanity to force our religion upon other men.
Setting: BPRD Comic Book - Hollow Earth
AN: Liz reflects on her (foolish) quest to rid herself of her fire. Comic book mantra, as opposed to Hellboy 2 Movie mantra. Borrowed Dialogue from BPRD Comic Book - Night Train
A flame. A line of fire. Separate it. Bring it together. Bind it to itself. Shape it. Release it.
Repeat.
It’s been two years. Two long and very cold years since I came to the Temple, seeking to control the fire inside me. Every night before I sleep, I practice control, my eyes focusing on the fire I cradle in my hands, causing me to fall into a trace like state. A meditation of sorts, an exercise to harness the power of my fire and keep it under my control.
“The fire is not my enemy, it is a part of me, it is mine.” The words are meant to sooth my anxiety, bring me peace and calm when the environment I find myself in presents an obstacle that would ordinarily cause me to lose control.
A flame. A line of fire. Separate it. Bring it together…
I miss Hellboy. I feel the fire flare when I think his name. I had no choice after he left us. I had to leave; I had to find a way to keep everyone safe from me.
After I drained my energy into that homunculus…Roger, as Red named him, I finally felt at peace. The gnawing energy rushed into his body and I felt like my life was mine again. It was beautiful. I was finally free.
A flame. A line of fire…
Of course, it didn’t work out. I died. I had to take the fire back. Or rather, Roger gave it back. I felt so guilty, using him like that. I didn’t do it to give him life. I did it to get back mine. I’ll never be able to forgive myself for doing that to him.
“I never wanted to be a pyrokenetic,” I told him while we were on a mission once. “When I saw you, I saw an escape”
The worst part was, he felt like he was the one that did something wrong. He blamed himself for my death, short as it was. I told him so many times that I wanted to be rid of the fire; I wanted it gone. I didn’t know I would die. Though if someone told me before I did it that I would have, I’d still have done it.
I wanted to die. Living with the fire was a fate worse than death. I killed so many people, so many innocent lives. Everything terrible that had ever happened in my life came down to one tiny thing.
A flame…
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