Original Fiction: Heat
Title: Heat
Author: somebodysangel/nyafangirl
Rating: M
Genre: Angst
Summary: She opened her mouth to scream, and instantly regretted it.
Notes: This is what happens when you're easily distractable. I had an idea and a way to write it. Then I spoke to griffin_wolf .
Someone was cooking. She sniffed, and the scent rose to her nostrils. It smelled like a barbecue - meat. Then she looked down and realised the meat was her own flesh. She was on fire. The heat was searing; a thousand nails driving into her skin.
She tried to move, the three principles of firefighting echoing in her brain. Stop, drop and roll. Well, she had ‘stop’ down. And she could feel something hard under her head, so she was probably lying down. Now, to roll; but her limbs wouldn’t co-operate. Her arms weighed a ton and she couldn’t feel her legs. No, she could feel them… she just wished she couldn’t. The pain radiated up with the flames, and all she could do was watch the fire trace its macabre path up her body.
She opened her mouth to scream, and instantly regretted it. Her lungs held oxygen and the fire was hungry for it. The flames leapt, barely giving her time to gasp before they were upon her. Pain exploded in her throat, a completely different kind of pain to the one in her legs. This was… like nothing she’d ever felt - and she’d been through childbirth. She wanted to claw open her throat, let the fire out somehow, but couldn’t move an inch. Was she tied down? What kind of restraints would survive fire anyway? Metal, probably, but surely that would get hot very quickly… shouldn’t she be able to feel metal against her skin? There was nothing, not even the pressure of bindings. Though she wasn’t really all that focused on her limbs, not with the agony in her throat.
All of a sudden, it faded. She blinked. The flames were still there, dancing along her skin. The heat had to be searing, but all she felt was a pleasant warmth.
She tried to take a breath, felt the air go into her mouth but no further. Her lungs were probably screaming for air… but she couldn’t actually tell. Her eyes widened with the realisation. There was no pain. She could see the fire, could smell her own flesh burning. Yet all the pain was gone. No, not just the pain. All the feeling. She couldn’t even feel the heat.
fin.
Author: somebodysangel/nyafangirl
Rating: M
Genre: Angst
Summary: She opened her mouth to scream, and instantly regretted it.
Notes: This is what happens when you're easily distractable. I had an idea and a way to write it. Then I spoke to griffin_wolf .
Someone was cooking. She sniffed, and the scent rose to her nostrils. It smelled like a barbecue - meat. Then she looked down and realised the meat was her own flesh. She was on fire. The heat was searing; a thousand nails driving into her skin.
She tried to move, the three principles of firefighting echoing in her brain. Stop, drop and roll. Well, she had ‘stop’ down. And she could feel something hard under her head, so she was probably lying down. Now, to roll; but her limbs wouldn’t co-operate. Her arms weighed a ton and she couldn’t feel her legs. No, she could feel them… she just wished she couldn’t. The pain radiated up with the flames, and all she could do was watch the fire trace its macabre path up her body.
She opened her mouth to scream, and instantly regretted it. Her lungs held oxygen and the fire was hungry for it. The flames leapt, barely giving her time to gasp before they were upon her. Pain exploded in her throat, a completely different kind of pain to the one in her legs. This was… like nothing she’d ever felt - and she’d been through childbirth. She wanted to claw open her throat, let the fire out somehow, but couldn’t move an inch. Was she tied down? What kind of restraints would survive fire anyway? Metal, probably, but surely that would get hot very quickly… shouldn’t she be able to feel metal against her skin? There was nothing, not even the pressure of bindings. Though she wasn’t really all that focused on her limbs, not with the agony in her throat.
All of a sudden, it faded. She blinked. The flames were still there, dancing along her skin. The heat had to be searing, but all she felt was a pleasant warmth.
She tried to take a breath, felt the air go into her mouth but no further. Her lungs were probably screaming for air… but she couldn’t actually tell. Her eyes widened with the realisation. There was no pain. She could see the fire, could smell her own flesh burning. Yet all the pain was gone. No, not just the pain. All the feeling. She couldn’t even feel the heat.
fin.