dark_firebrand (dark_firebrand) wrote in mysteria_rpg, @ 2009-10-12 23:25:00 |
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Current mood: | indescribable |
Current music: | Ben Moody ft. Anastacia - Everything Burns |
Fall of the Red Dragon
Who: Zeke, Fake!Bridgette, Tyson, Eden, the Dragon, Bridgette
When: mid-morning
Where: Town Square
What: The Death of a Dream, the Slaying a Dragon
The rain had died down temporarily when the Dragon once again reared its ugly head, only this time, Zeke was ready to take down that motherfucker. He hoped. Kneeling, he raised the missile launcher onto his shoulder, and was about to take aim, when he saw, with horror, an angel with matching scaly scarlet wings fly toward the dragon, sword in hand. Someone had to stop that thing. As far as Bridgette, or in this case her doppelganger, was concerned? She was the qualified party. Someone had to protect Ty. So she flew up as fast as she could, sword in hand. She couldn't make it flame yet, but that would come in time. She got closer, but didn't dare go head on. She didn't want to be burned. She flew behind it, getting nearer to his head. She finally landed on top of the thing when it felt her. It tried to shake her off, but she held on tight. Tyson watched as the dragon rose again, letting out blasts of flame. Though with everything thoroughly drenched by Bridgette's rainstorm, nothing was catching. He looked over and saw Zeke raising the missile launcher, taking aim, then stopping dead, his face draining of colour. Looking back toward the sky, Tyson's heart lodged in his throat when he saw Bridgette's unmistakeable wings. Bridgette wasn't flame resistant - she was going to get herself killed! "Bridge, No!" Bridgette held tight to her sword and attempted to slay the beast. She just had to hold on with both hands to get a good swing, she was so small. She stood atop of the dragon, and finally pierced it's neck. The blade went in, but stuck there. She wasn't strong enough to pull it out and she fell. As she toppled in the air, falling like only an angel can, the dragon blew a blast of fire and incinerated her. Down on the ground and helpless to intervene, Zeke watched in numb horror as Bridgette fought the dragon. He couldn't even risk taking a shot at the thing with her up there. Then it was over, Bridge was tumbling through the air and then of fire, her body plummeting to the earth. He knew she was dead as soon as she hit the ground. Zeke raised the missile launcher and took his shot, the projectile smashing through the dragon's wing, the beast crashing to the ground, still alive, but too injured to fly. Tyson ran to Bridgette, gathering her flaming body into his arms, drawing the fire away from her and into himself, shaking her and kissing her and begging her to wake up, not to die. But her corpse was limp in his arms, burned beyond recognition. It was too late. Shaking with grief and fury, he got up and ran at the dragon, no thought entering into his mind beyond destroying the monster that had destroyed the person who meant the most to him in the entire world. He had no weapon - he was going to beat it to death. He flew at it in a rage, kicking at it violently and beating his fists bloody on it's rough scaled hide. He barely noticed when it blasted him with fire, setting him alight. The fire didn't hurt him, it made him stronger, he allowed it to sweep through him, fill him up, became one with the flames, allowing his human form to burn away entirely and becoming a living flame. Eden was there, trying to help with the fires. She saw the gooddamn dragon and reeled back. She could become fire, it wouldn't hurt her. But Ty... he was human. How was he supposed to fight a dragon? Was he stoned or stupid or- oh no. Bridgette. Bridgette had wings?! What the hell was going on?! She watched in horror as the dragon shook off Bridgette, and the angel was incinerated by the flames. She ran to Tyson, hoping to catch him, but it was too late. She dove for her brother, flames bursting out from her, joining the fires, trying to calm them away. "TYSON!" Eden screamed, trying to get him out. He was gone. She felt, begged the fires to tell her, but it kept saying he was everywhere. A part of them. Tyson was lost. She fell to the ground, the last of the flames in her extinguished, and she sobbed. She had just lost her little brother. He had seen his love die and committed suicide. She got so angry she wanted nothing more than to squelch the flame, kill what had killed hers. "NO MORE!" She screamed out, and at her command the fires were gone, save for a single flame. What was left of Tyson. The fire that was Tyson raged, growing huge, trying to devour the beast whole, but it just wasn't working. The Dragon was completely impervious to flame. Then he saw it. Bridgette's sword. The leather handle had completely burned away, but the blade glowed white hot. Retaking human form, Tyson grabbed the blade by the tang and drew it out of the dragon's shoulder, then swung it with all his strength, into the vulnerable flesh of its throat, cleaving deep into its neck. Blood sprayed forth, the creature dying instantly, but Tyson kept hacking at it, swinging the blade over and over again until its head came off, then he stood over it, naked, panting, covered in blood. Eden was on the ground, crying. Someone had helped her up, gotten her out of the way, she didn't know who, didn't care. She said, "It can't hurt me, someone help me kill it!" She was just about to do as Tyson had, exact her revenge on the beast when suddenly...there he was. Tyson. Angry, bloodied, but alive. How was that possible? "He's like me," She understood immediately. He could become the flame. She ran to her brother who was still hacking and said, "Tyson, it's dead, it's dead." Her voice broke as he stopped, "It's over Ty. I don't understand. She- she-" Bridgette must have been an angel. Angels couldn't die, they were dead already, or heavenly. They couldn't die. Tyson turned and regarded his sister blankly. Bridgette was dead. Nothing mattered now. Nothing. "It's over. It's all over." He had nothing left to live for. Nothing. Needing to get out of there, he pushed past Eden and broke into a run, becoming a man made of flame. People dived out of the way to avoid him as he ran through the streets, setting a wooden foot bridge ablaze as he crossed over a tributary on his way out of town. Zeke grabbed onto Eden's arm, stopping her before she could chase after Tyson, "Let him go, Eden. He needs to get this out of his sytem." Zeke said gruffly, though not unkindly, despite his own concerns. A kid like Tyson could do a lot of damage before this was out of his system, "You are Eden, Tyson's sister, right? Bridge-" Zeke's deep voice hitched on the name of his young protegée, "Bridgette mentioned you." "She's an angel," Eden stated with determination in her voice, "She can't be dead. Angels don't die. They go back to heaven. Right. Right? Right?!" Eden demanded. Bridgette couldn't be dead. Tyson couldn't be off, being living flame. She wouldn't let this happen! "Tyson! Tyson come back!" She screamed out. A barn had just gone up in flames. Tyson. Eden had to try. It was her brother. She ran to the flames, and they spoke to her as clearly as anyone else could. Their words? Let it burn, Let it all burn. Zeke let Eden go, maybe she could help her brother, somehow, though he got the sense that the boy wasn't in a state of mind to be helped right now. If it was him, and he'd just lost Maia... He couldn't even bear to think of that. He moved over to Bridgette's charred corpse and crouched by her, tears spilling over and rolling down his cheeks, seeping into his beard. He covered his mouth with his hand to stifle a sob. What the hell had she been thinking, attacking a dragon!? Bridgette had been with Irene at the hospital, Maia and Spencer giving her a break to go check in on her mom-like. She saw the ruckus in the sky, the dragon fall. She had to help, it was in her nature. She drove as fast as she could to it, to find the corpse of the dragon laying on the ground. Elated, she ran out of the car and to her mentor, bouncing. "Zeke, you did it! You did it!" She called happily, running, "How did you manage to not get burned? Are you okay?" Hearing Bridgette's voice, Zeke looked up from the corpse at his feet and stared at Bridgette in shock. She was dead. He'd seen her die. Her corpse was lying at his feet, and yet... there she was, standing before him, so full of life that she was bouncing with exuberance. "Bridgette. You... You're alive?" Standing, he reached out and put his hands on her shoulders to make sure that she was real, then picked her up and hugged her hard before carefully setting her down again. He looked down at the charred corpse, complete scaly wings, then looked back up again, "Thank god. But how..? We saw you die." "Aren't I usually alive?" Bridgette asked with a chuckle, the looked at Zeke quizzically. "Yo Dreads, what's wrong with you? I'm cool, like usual. Thanks for the hugs though." She patted his back and looked up at him. "Where's Ty? What do you mean I'm dead, I've been at the hospital with Irene." "I was about to shoot the dragon down when you showed up..." Zeke explained slowly, "You flew right up and attacked the dragon, and it killed you," He pointed down at the corpse on the ground, ""It incinerated you... And then I shot it down, and Ty, he killed it. He hacked it up with your sword... And then he ran like wildfire. He was fire. Like I can turn to earth. Shit. Bridgette, we've gotta get to him, show him that you're okay." Grabbing her by the arm, he started running, consulting with the earth as to where Tyson had run in the process. He ran through the streets until he reached the edge of the small town, and then he no longer even needed to consult the earth, he could see the roaring inferno up ahead, tongues of flame soaring so hight that they seemed to lick the sky, "That's gotta be him." Bridgette knew what must have happened. Her double saw a threat and in true Bridgette Drews-Xavier fashion, tried to eliminate it herself. She'd been tempted, but the real Bridgette knew better. Her doppelganger obviously did not. She ran with Zeke until they reached the inferno, Eden ablaze, trying to goad Ty out. It wasn't working. "TYSON ANDRES ARMSTRONG, YOU GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE! RIGHT NOW!" Bridgette shouted into the flames. Eden emerged, staring at Bridgette in shock. "Bridgette, is that really you? I knew you couldn't be dead!" She gleed, running over and hugging the young angel. Bridgette returned it briefly, then shook her off. She had Ty to worry about. The flames, which had been a whipping in a frenzy suddenly stilled, at the sound of Bridgette's voice. A few moments later a man made of flame walked out of the blaze, paused, and stared at Bridgette for a long moment, and when he started moving forward again, he transformed as he walked, taking on human form once more, utterly naked, "Bridgette," He said her name hoarsely, wrapping his arms around her tightly, "I thought... I saw... you..." He gave up trying to speak then, and kissed her passionately, tasting of smoke and desperation. Bridgette watched as Ty rose from the flames, was the flames, in complete awe. She'd had no idea he was even capable of that. She tried not to blush at his suddenly nude body, and went to him, trying to soothe his fear. "It's okay, I'm here. Ty, I'm so sorry." She held onto him tightly, kissing his bare chest gently, his shoulder and his lips again. "It's okay. I won't leave you," She promised. She stepped back and looked into his eyes, smiling lightly. "We'll be okay." "God Bridge," Ty clung to Bridgette tightly, words tumbling out of him between kisses, "I don't understand, but I don't care. I'm just glad you're okay. I thought you died." Zeke eyed the reunion for a moment then looked away, fixing his gaze on the still burning building as he began shrugging off his long oilskin duster. Eden looked away, struggling to find something to cover herself and Ty with. But she had things to do first. She went to the barn and extinguished the blaze. "Um, hey guy, can I borrow your jacket?" She asked Zeke. When Eden came back, he kept his eyes averted, looking at the burned out ruin as he handed her the coat. "Zeke. Ezekiel Jackson. So... how about those White Sox?" Eden laughed and led Zeke away so the young lovers could have a moment. "I hear they're having a good season. That pitcher is going to knock 'em dead." "Yeah, but that's what they said about the last guy," Zeke shrugged, walking away, heading toward the farmhouse, "I'm thinking we really oughta find that boy a blanket or something. He must be freezing out here." "No, no it wasn't me," Bridgette told Ty, "Jeannie had a nightmare of me and that made a double. She must have done it. It's okay," She looked at Ty deeply in his eyes, "I would never do that to you. You're stuck with me Armstrong." She kissed him hard, but lovingly. She needed to feel that he was there with her, and let him know the same. "Better be," Tyson responded fervently, kissing her again desperately, "Dios, I don't know what I'd do without you Bridge... I love you, if anything happened to you, I'd..." He glanced toward the burned out barn, "I'd burn until there was nothing left." Bridgette's heart swelled until it was fit to burst. He'd actually said...."I love you. Tyson, I love you so much. I wouldn't leave you. Don't burn away, not even for me." She looped her arms around his neck and held him close, breathing him in. She smiled. "As much as I like you like this, you must be freezing. Come on, let's get you some clothes and go home for awhile. Okay?" Hearing Bridgette's declaration, Tyson kissed her tenderly, then glanced down at himself, realizing for the first time that he was naked, and freezing cold, "My clothes burned away, I guess. This is not how I pictured getting naked with you... Jeannie really had a nightmare about you? Seriously?" Bridgette smiled. "Not how I did either," But soon, she thought with a grin, "Okay clothes for you. Zeke, help a guy out!" She called. "She did. I'm bad ass Armstrong," She winked and led him back to Zeke so he could get dressed, giving him her own jacket to cover with in the meantime. |