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tamingthemuseTitle: Breaking Free
Author: guardian_erin
Rating: PG
Fandom: original
I blame explosions and my muse for throwing this out and dragging me with it.
All he wanted was a little fresh air, to be away from the stifling heat and the confined cell. The entire organization was in ruin. Kevin tried to stand, and did manage, but it took an unexpected amount of effort just to manage that small feat. Thin, brittle pieces of glass crunched underneath his shoes as he moved. The glass bit into his hands when he first pushed himself up, but did nothing more than produce tiny, bloodless cuts that sealed before they even opened.
No, there was nothing more to give. He shook the harsh fragments off of his palms, hands twitching almost involuntarily rather than with intelligent purpose. His eyes were fixed on the destruction around him. Fragments of metal lay twisted up like great, enormous paperclips that had been twisted and wrought until they broke apart. Although he metal he saw must have weighed tons, some force had treated them as if they were nothing more than paper clips to be broken apart.
Then there were the bodies.
Tiny, crumpled figures lay amongst the ruins, some half-crushed by those enormous beams of gnarled metal. Dozens, maybe hundreds, all dressed in white. Their hair and limbs splayed out all in disarray, faces contorted into panic, pleading, frozen tears and soot smeared into their skin along with the quick, unbelievable agony. They died fleeing, half burnt and flung towards their desperately sought routes of escape. Routes that had been shattered into thousands of sharp pieces, flecked with blood and unidentifiable, vaporized matter.
A throbbing heat possessed the radius of destruction. It had to still be a few hundred degrees where he stood, he realized, because he could see the metal and molten glass glow red and feel everything around him trying to blister, the hot air shimmered like mad, stinging his eyes and causing them to water. There was nothing left to burn, and although the heat should have consumed him, it did nothing more than break a sweat over his invulnerable skin.
The metal skeleton of the building barely remained intact enough to tell that it had once been a solid, impenetrable fortress layered in steel and concrete. The crumbled remains were covered with a layer of finely crushed glass and slightly larger glass flakes that glistened in the sun, like a blanket of snow covering the earth. Where he stepped, the glass melted beneath him, but did not often get the opportunity to harden underneath his foot.
He began to move when the weak tremors left his body. It was always an overpowering sensation at first, having no control over it at all. Cooling down was even longer, so he would be safe for a while, but at risk of becoming exposed. Even as he moved past the dead, he had to occasionally hurry when their clothes began to smolder from being near him. It was an unfortunate consequence, but now he could walk freely, at least for a while. The open air swept over him, cooling him rapidly and soothingly. Finally, there was fresh air again. That was all he wanted.
Author: guardian_erin
Rating: PG
Fandom: original
I blame explosions and my muse for throwing this out and dragging me with it.
All he wanted was a little fresh air, to be away from the stifling heat and the confined cell. The entire organization was in ruin. Kevin tried to stand, and did manage, but it took an unexpected amount of effort just to manage that small feat. Thin, brittle pieces of glass crunched underneath his shoes as he moved. The glass bit into his hands when he first pushed himself up, but did nothing more than produce tiny, bloodless cuts that sealed before they even opened.
No, there was nothing more to give. He shook the harsh fragments off of his palms, hands twitching almost involuntarily rather than with intelligent purpose. His eyes were fixed on the destruction around him. Fragments of metal lay twisted up like great, enormous paperclips that had been twisted and wrought until they broke apart. Although he metal he saw must have weighed tons, some force had treated them as if they were nothing more than paper clips to be broken apart.
Then there were the bodies.
Tiny, crumpled figures lay amongst the ruins, some half-crushed by those enormous beams of gnarled metal. Dozens, maybe hundreds, all dressed in white. Their hair and limbs splayed out all in disarray, faces contorted into panic, pleading, frozen tears and soot smeared into their skin along with the quick, unbelievable agony. They died fleeing, half burnt and flung towards their desperately sought routes of escape. Routes that had been shattered into thousands of sharp pieces, flecked with blood and unidentifiable, vaporized matter.
A throbbing heat possessed the radius of destruction. It had to still be a few hundred degrees where he stood, he realized, because he could see the metal and molten glass glow red and feel everything around him trying to blister, the hot air shimmered like mad, stinging his eyes and causing them to water. There was nothing left to burn, and although the heat should have consumed him, it did nothing more than break a sweat over his invulnerable skin.
The metal skeleton of the building barely remained intact enough to tell that it had once been a solid, impenetrable fortress layered in steel and concrete. The crumbled remains were covered with a layer of finely crushed glass and slightly larger glass flakes that glistened in the sun, like a blanket of snow covering the earth. Where he stepped, the glass melted beneath him, but did not often get the opportunity to harden underneath his foot.
He began to move when the weak tremors left his body. It was always an overpowering sensation at first, having no control over it at all. Cooling down was even longer, so he would be safe for a while, but at risk of becoming exposed. Even as he moved past the dead, he had to occasionally hurry when their clothes began to smolder from being near him. It was an unfortunate consequence, but now he could walk freely, at least for a while. The open air swept over him, cooling him rapidly and soothingly. Finally, there was fresh air again. That was all he wanted.
