Hi! If you don't now this already, I obviously don't own RotG.
Chapter 1: Flames Will Soar
Red.
Red. Flaming. Burning.
Red eyes. So big. So bright. So full of hate.
Blood. Fire. Burning. Flames. Red.
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Blood. Dripping down his body. Was it his blood?
Fire. His hair glowed orange. Was it real? Was it hot to touch?
Burns. His arms had scars. Did he make them himself?
Flames. Shot out from his hands. How was that possible?
Red. His eyes. So red. So full of hate. The red softens when he glances over at—
another was lying by flames and under ashes. His eyes so blue they pierced his soul.
Red eyes met blue.
—CLICK—
Neither blink. They just stare. He wanted to ignore the curiosity in the other boy's eyes but he couldn't. It was mesmerizing.
Stare.
Stare.
Stare.
The magic was broken when he noticed—
ashes began to swirl by his feet. The blue eyed boy looked back and forth at the ash and him, frightened. The ashes still swirled.
They spun around the boy. To his amazement and surprise, the boy disappeared.
While staring at the spot where the boy had been, he failed to notice that the ashes were beginning to move again. Moving towards him. They trailed the flames, hovering over his feet.
He yelped, stumbling backwards. He fell on something. He looked down. Not something, someone. Someone's dead body, to be exact. Had he been the one to kill them?
He couldn't breathe. The ash flew around him in a tight circle, suffocating him.
A figure all in black with golden eyes appeared in front of him. The unknown man stroked the ash softly, whispering, "It's okay, my lovelies." The man looked at him. He froze. The man's eyes were mesmerizing as well. He wanted to move closer to him but didn't. The man reached forward, sticking his hand in the ash. He watched as the figure pulled his hand back out. He was holding the blue eyed boy by the scruff.
Smirking, the man leaned towards the blue-eyed boy, pulling him closer. Closer. So close that their lips were touchi—
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Jamie screamed. Breathing heavily, he looked around frantically.
He sighed. He was in his room. Swear covered his forehead and shirt. Actually, to Jamie's disgust, his shirt was soaked. He stood up to change, going over to his dresser. Jamie looked at his clock. 2:27. Why had he woken up so early? And on his birthday, no less.
As Jamie changed his shirt, he tried to remember his dream, staring at the moon. It was so bright and full. It calmed Jamie down. He smiled slightly.
There had been a fire. A lot of fire. And a boy, a boy a bit older than himself. He had piercing blue eyes and hair as white as snow.
"Jack," Jamie muttered, realizing that the boy had been his best friend. There had also been a figure, all in black with golden eyes. That was Pitch, Jamie was sure. But why did he dream of the two? Well, actually, dreaming of Jack was normal but… Wait, why had Pitch almost kissed Jack?! Ugh!
There had been someone else but Jamie couldn't remember who or what they were. He'd been watching the dream as if it were a movie.
As Jamie thought, the moon seemed to shine a little brighter on him. He looked up, surprised.
The moon shone into his room and Jamie stepped back, looking at his rug. A shadow of Jamie's slim form was there.
"What?" Jack had never told Jamie what to do when the moon talked to him since the moon never talked to Jack so Jamie didn't know what to do.
The form was replaced by another: all five of the guardians.
"The guardians?" he asked. Confused, he looked at the moon for answers. Jack had always said when the moon tells you something, believe it. But Jamie couldn't believe something he didn't understand.
Jamie opened his window. He wanted to get closer to the moon. He wanted to get out of his house. He wished that Jack was there. He wanted to tell him so much. All the issues he'd gotten through in the past year. All the times Sophie and his mom had argued. All the times he needed to take care of his mother and sister instead of his mother taking care of them.
The time his mother had said that she didn't love him or Sophie.
All the sudden, he heard the fire alarm go off along with his sister's scream.
Jamie bolted out of his room, running down the stairs, yelling, "Sophie! Sophie! Sophie, what's wrong?!"
His mom wasn't home. She usually wasn't. She was with a host man or something, Jamie assumed. His dad hadn't been home since he was eleven. He didn't care about them. Neither did his mom.
Once he was in the kitchen, he saw Sophie standing front of the stove, a kettle burning. Her long blond hair was still in the cute style she'd had it in when she was little. "Jamie, I was making tea but I got burnt…" Sophie looked close to tears. Jamie groaned, annoyed.
He shook his head, pulling her close, away from the stove. "That's not making tea, that's ruining it." Jamie told her to go get the extinguisher from the closet.
As Jamie attempted to put out the flame, an image of a boy with red eyes and fire for hair invaded hid mind. The boy also had horns. And a long scar across his eyes. Jamie blinked. Who had that been?
He was brought out of his thoughts by his sister. "Jamie?! Your hands on fire!"
Jamie gasped, slapping where the burn was. He stared at the spot where the burn had been. It didn't hurt. That's strange.
"Jamie?"He looked up. The fire had spread and was trailing up the falls. "Oh, fu—Sophie, get out of here! Sophie! Get outside! Now, Sophie! NOW!"
Sophie ran but not outside. She ran up the stairs.
"Sophie! Get outside!" Jamie chased after her. Smoke was beginning to fill the house and Jamie needed to crawl so as to not breathe it in. Sophie was in her room, grabbing things that didn't seem important to most but were life itself to her. She was grabbing her walking Easter eggs. They walked with tiny little feet and were painted beautifully.
As sad as Jamie was about leaving his stuff from Jack, he kept it together.
Jack will visit you later, he told himself.
Sure, at an orphanage home, another voice said. You would never be able to stay with your mom after this.
Good.
"Sophie, grab one and get outside! The house is gonna burn to the ground!" Jamie tugged on her arm but she pulled away. Thirteen year olds were such a pain, Jamie realized. He was glad he wasn't a girl.
"No! Bunnymund would have wanted me to take them all! Bunnymund would have—"
"Not at the risk of your life, he wouldn't!" Jamie yelled back. Sophie looked at him, eyes wide with fear. The flames crackled loudly. Jamie wondered if they would be able to get out of the house now. "I don't want to die, Jamie," she said quietly. Jamie held her close.
"You're not going to die. You're going to get out of here. Now."
Together they crawled down the stairs, Sophie holding a walking egg dearly. Jamie was determined: She would not die. Even if he did die, she wouldn't. She would live on, for both of them.
His parents were assholes, he knew. They wouldn't care if Jamie died in a house fire; they would only care about the damage repairs. That's all that mattered after his dad left. No time for kids, get money; go see men from the night clubs. That was his mom's day.
No one wanted them. Except maybe Jack. Jack cared about them.
Jamie's eyes stung. Stop visiting the past, Jamie, he told himself. All that matters right now is Sophie. Get her out.
After getting down the stairs, Jamie and Sophie stopped for a moment.
He heard her cough. "Jamie… Where's the door? I can't see…"
Jamie's vision was starting to cloud as well. He tried to get a good breath but the smoke made him gag.
"Sophie, go left," he said, trying his best to remember the layout of the house. Since his sister was in front of him, she would be able to get out faster. The door should have been eight feet from the kitchen, eleven from the staircase. Jamie knew they were close but he couldn't see anything.
He felt heat from behind him and looked back. The fire was trailing after them, riding the rug to where they were. "Sophie! Crawl! Crawl!"
Panicked, Sophie did as he brother instructed, crawling faster. Her head hit something hard. "Ow…" Rubbing her head, she realized it was the door. The door! Jamie was only a few inches behind her, grinning. "Sophie, get out! I love you, Sophie. You need to get out of here and find Ja—"
Jamie never got to finish his sentence and Sophie couldn't reply.
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Hm… I was falling asleep while writing this but I got it. Yay… -falls asleep on laptop-