Disclaimer: I don't own any part of yu yu hakusho. Well, this is pretty much my first fan fic, so I would love some constructive criticism. Just letting you know now, yes the character is a fox demon, but I don't really think that condemns her to the realm of unoriginality. At the very least, I've always felt, its not the type of character but how you use it. If that makes any sense. Anyway, it's sort of a short opening but I thought it would be enough for the first chapter. I hope you like it and helpful advice is always welcome. After all, I'm bringing this out to improve my writing skills as well as indulge my creativity, however flawed it may be. Thank you for reading. I hope you like it.
The fire shot up toward the sky, swaying and ebbing gracefully like wispy dancers, and the smoke rushed from every opening, filling the air with its heavy scent. It didn't take long for the screams of the victims who had been locked inside to fade as the fire grew, quickened by the gasoline that had been spilled before hand. In front of the massive inferno stood two girls, one, staring in wonderment and a look almost akin to joy; the other with horror and confusion.
"What have I done?" the frightened one thought to herself. "I didn't intend on this happening." Lost in her own fear, she didn't notice the small body crawling from the only open window. Despite being dowsed in flames it managed to pull itself out and fall to the cement. "Oh, look Clarisse," said the more joyous one calmly, noticing the small man. Broken from her focus, Clarisse looked toward the lump of flames. Barely alive, the man made a final attempt at seeking help. Seeing the two girls, he weakly reached out his hand. Now mostly devoid of flesh, it looked more like a torn and weathered glove than an actual hand. The few pieces that remained, barely hanging on, began to burn away like pieces of paper.
"Please," he moaned weakly, the fire continuing to eat away at his skin. "Help me," he begged, his eyes bearing into Clarisse's. Still caught up in her own fear, she only stood, unable to move or speak. Then, the anxiety began to take hold. Her heart began to race, a lump formed in her throat, and her legs, eager for movement, began to shake beneath her.
"What do I do?" she thought desperately to herself.
"He deserves it," her friend whispered, staring contemptibly at the dying man. Finally, as the man's hand began to fall to the ground and he began to succumb to death, Clarisse couldn't take anymore. Acting on the only thing she felt she could do, she ran from the towering inferno, moving as fast as she could. Leaving her friend behind, she sped through the night, running as fast as her legs could take her. Buildings, people, light posts, everything passed in a blur.
At last, when her heart seemed about to burst, she stopped in a dark clearing of the forest, and fell to the ground, tears streaming from her face. Sobbing and still fighting the anxiety, she pounded at the ground in frustration. "How?! How did I let myself become a part of this?! Why didn't I see this coming?!" she screamed out loud. Feeling powerless and tired, she laid on the cold ground and quietly wept, trying to fight off the visions of the dying man.