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BURN

 

WHAT IS THIS SCALY THING THAT BROKE ME?!

Okay. It broke the prison too. And that’s a good thing but still.

What. Is. It?

Eventually, I stop rolling – Rolling. Through. Glass. Punk. It. Sucks. – and came to a stop.

Problems remaining: still don’t know where Umberuin is. Still don’t know where Search – or anyone else – is. Still don’t know WHERE I AM!

New problems to ignore: two huge things with teeth and scales and meanness and violence are trying to … probably kill each other. As opposed to everything in general. Some comfort.

Also, I’m covered in cuts and hurt like the …

… eh?!

My hearts on my arm that I should not be able to see but somehow can throb and then one of them fades away – just a quarter.

Great. I don’t know what that means.

I rub the new scar on my chest and shiver. I don’t want to know what that means … WHAT’S THAT GLOWING THING AND WHY CAN I SEE IT?!?!?!?!

It’s … the same blinking glow as the hearts leading to a huge pool of it.

Unfortunately, that’s the center of an epic battleground if my ears don’t deceive me.

I creep along the edges until I reach the end of a line of throbbing glow.

Someone’s there. I hope they can’t see me but I can’t tell.

SMOKE!

Glorious smoke! Wonderful smoke!

I breathe deeply and snatch all of it up as fast as I can.

Okay. Time to properly ‘see’ my surroundings. Without whatever magical shad-crap this glowy stuff is.

Okay. Lets tempt fate and go to the broken prison.

“Leana?”

Hm. I’ve heard that voice before. Where I have heard it before?

Welp. It’s not Search.

 

SEARCH

I can’t hear Burn anymore because there are monsters – apparently – out there trying to kill each other. Great. This is just great. Perfect.

Okay. Calm down. Think logically.

My lizard might be dead.

No. that’s not important right now. Living is important right now.

Okay. There has to be a way out of here that doesn’t involve impaling myself on broken glass.

How high up is it?

Dang. It… is a lot smaller now? I can spread my hands flat against the top.

Um.

Now I’m bending my elbows.

It’s shrinking.

Heheh. Breaking glass sounds …

The top moved.

I stand up as straight as I can. And the top just … clatters off.

With the monsters fighting, I’m not waiting for the slow elevator to carry me up. I get a grip on the rim – it’s plastic overlaying the glass. Well, probably plastic. Has a plastic feel focus on what’s important

Then I pull myself up with my arms. I try to use my feet to help myself up but they slip-n-slide on the glass. Probably because I’m still wet and so is the glass.

But I’m up. Over. Dropping into the insanity that is my life now, apparently.

“BURN?!” I shriek. Might as well, it’s not like it could get any worse.

This glowy fluid looks like an Apotheosis sacrifice. I’m careful to not touch it.

“Hah! I found her!”

I turn and see him … waving his arms around, a thin smoke-cloud shrouding him.

I sigh. “You look like a wreck.”

“Yeah. Well.” He shrugs. He’s blindfold’s off – showing the entire world his scars. He’s in the same hospital-gown and shorts that I’m in.

I … become aware of an uncomfortable fact involving my female anatomy. “Hey. Where do you think we can find some clothes?”

A beat. Then

“I don’t care if it is the end of This Place. I’m not going clothes shopping.” He says. “Hey, who’s that?! I know his voice from somewhere. Lets talk to him!”

“But. I. Wait. Don’t.” He’s already gone to the stranger.

I sigh.

As the monsters continue to try and kill each other and everyone around them.

“This can’t get any worse.” I moan.

“AND MY LIZARD’S STILL MISSING!”