Hotter Than Hell

“I can’t- I can’t-“ her skin starts to light up orange.

“Shhh, my love-“

“I can’t! I can’t- I can’t save us! No matter how hard- hard I try-“ the room's temperature increases.

“Darling, please-“

“There’s nothing- nothing I can-“ sparks fly from her hair.

“Rest my love, calm is what you need.”

At those words she finds herself colliding with her lover's chest. Her breathing is laboured and irregular as tears burn down her bruised black and blue face. She grips onto her lover's arm’s like her life depends on it as they curl around each other on the cold cracked tile. 

The other woman hushed her, delicate dainty hands running through her oily blood-stained hair. She hums in peace in order to bring calm around them, even when the situation is anything but.

It helps a little with her frantic state. She sobs loud and hard that her lungs feel as if they’re ready to burst open at any given second. Her blood mingled with the dried ones all over the floor. But she tries to ground herself. She tries to cool herself in fear she may burn her lover.

She is the definition of fire. Her skin physically burns and her hair bursts into flames at any given time. That's why they’re running. People crave the fire she holds and wish to use it for their inhuman purposes. 

She calculates her breathing in patterns, in one out two. As she grips her lover's arms, she focuses on how the material feels under her fingertips. She tracks the way the hands in her hair move down and back up in a slow almost invisible motion. And she finds herself cared coming back to it.

“See? It’s okay my darling.” Her lover speaks softly, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. Her grip tightens.

“It’s not okay. For once it’s not. I can’t- I can’t-“ She sits up to lock eyes with her ever-so-beautiful lover.

“I can’t save you, Alena!” She cries at her lover's soft gaze, further in-forcing how she finds peace in the situation.

“You don’t need to save me. I’m okay, I’m going to be fine now.” Alena cups her face between soft hands with a saddened smile.

“You need to save yourself. You cannot stay here for much longer. They will find you, and they will hurt you. Please,” Alena leans forward to rest her forehead on the others gently. Tears still block the other's vision roughly, she’s sure that her nails are digging indents into her lover's skin.

“Venus, save yourself. Go.”

Venus sobs again. 

“I- I can’t leave you!!” She shouts desperately.

“You have to. I’m no longer with you anymore.”

Venus can hear shouting ring through the abandoned building she rests in. They’re frantically looking for her, searching every room possible in hopes of catching her. 

Venus looks behind her to see their flashlights illuminating the room just down the hall. Her heart rate quickens in fear of the two being caught. 

“Alena-“ she looks back to her lover to see nothing but a dead rotting corpse lying beside her.

It’s been resting there for three days. 

Venus snaps back to reality. Everything to her is silent. She can feel the tears burn down her face, a scream ripping her throat to shreds as her body heat increases.

The men looking for her rush into the room and freeze at the doorway once they spot the woman. 

Venus stands up and looks to them.

“I will fight, fight until my very last breath. I will burn this city to the ground, engulf each soul into flames for what you idiots have done!” She shouts loudly as her body emits a hard orange glow.

Her feet melt into molten and mix with the crumbling floor. 

This was what they were looking for, what she was running from. 

The fire that burns hotter than hell.