My Cirque Du Freak fic! Enjoy! (you pronounce her name kigh-ruh)

Disclaimer: I do not own Cirque du Freak. I only own Kyra and Jason (even if he's only in for this chapter).

The Flame of Love

Freezing cold.

I feel it seep into my jeans, and grin evilly. My ex bought them for me, even though I told him I hate pink. I smile, amused at this. I slide around in the rainwater, making sure to get every inch of fabric. When I finish my strange task, I pull a cigarette out of my pocket. I light it, then take a long draft, staring at the sky.

I stay there a while, watching the dark clouds swirling over my head. I find it thrilling to sit in a thunderstorm. I hate the feel of water, and yet I love the rain. It makes no sense, but its true. Suddenly, I decide to leave my spot under the tree. I run for the nearest store, an antique shop. Soon as I close the door, it starts pouring and I smirk.

I had felt it coming, and tried to outrun it. I have this strange ability to sense things like that, just like all the other women in my family. I don't mind, except people often call me a witch or other harsh names. I brush these thoughts away, then observe my surroundings.

A relatively small store, but somehow it holds a lot. Two women are looking at snow globes in the back, and a teenage boy, younger than me, is asleep at the one checkout, which is simply a table. I walk up and prod him in the shoulder. No movement. I poke him again, but he only grunts. I sigh and walk off to check out a cool-looking box of records. I flip through them, and find one semi-decent Beatles album. I hate the Beatles, but I figure I could sell it on E-Bay.

I walk up to the boy and prod him in the shoulder a few times. He doesn't budge.

"Hey. Hey, kid. Wake up, I wanna buy this." I grunt. He still doesn't move. I sigh and brush some curly orange hair out of my face. I think about hitting him with the record, but decide that probably wouldn't work. I hiss in aggravation, raising the record like a weapon, and he jumps awake, yelling, "I wasn't sleeping! I swear! I was-"

"Whatever. Just tell me how much this is." I shove the record in his face and he jumps, covering his face with his arms. I blink, and he blushes.

"Sorry, I'm kinda jumpy sometimes. That record's ten bucks." he mumbles. I sigh, knowing that I only have nine. I give him that, and he takes it drowsily, saying a dollar doesn't really matter.

"In the horrible economy we have, it does," I say, and he smiles, "Name?"

"Jason Davis." he announces, striking a pose. It's an attempt to make me smile, but I don't. He blushes again, then asks what my name is.

"Kyra Flame." I say. He waits for something, and I strike a pose as well. He laughs, and I smile. He wishes me a good day, and I tell him not to get robbed. He laughs again, and I put my hand on the doorknob.

I freeze at the sounds behind it.

Guns. I hear them clicking. Three men, whispering gruffly at each other. One of them says that they need to grab all the money and anything that looks valuable. One says they need to kill any witnesses. They all agree with him.

I step back, fear overwhelming me, then stop. My eyes narrow. I crack my fists, looking over my shoulder at the three behind me. The women arguing over which snow globe is prettier. Jason snoring again. I picture them dead, and something inside me snaps. I can't let that happen. I brace myself for death.

I fling open the door, and the threesome momentarily freezes. They stare, then two of them point their guns at me. I hold my hands above my head in defense. Tears of terror are threatening to spill, but I banish them away. The third man shoves his companion's weapons down, smiling psychotically at me. I refuse to look him in the eye.

He strolls up, then gets his goons to hold me against the wall. I don't fight, but I do signal at Jason. He looks horrified, and the two ladies are holding each other (and their snow globes). I blink nine times, a signal that means 911, and he goes for the phone. It's a desperate movement, and he makes so much noise that the creeps notice him.

The leader gives a deadly smile at Jason, who yelps, his eyes wide in utter terror. The goons release me, wanting a peace of my new friend. The leader snaps his fingers, and the others cock their guns. Jason's to petrified to move. Time slows down. I scream, and it's the only thing I hear.

I push myself in front of them, and then, contact. Two bullets in both arms. I scream, and then the lunatics laugh and shoot me again. I can hardly hear anything over the sound of gunfire and my own screeches. I do, however, hear the two ladies calling 911 on their cells. I've taken three more bullets, and now they're losing interest in me. They're going after the women now.

I scream, "DUCK YOU IDIOTS!" and they do just that. They dive under a table and pull a painting in front of the opening. The bullets pierce the painting, but they don't seem to be hitting the women. A black haze is going over my eyes, and I'm getting tired. I put my hand over my chest, and pull it back off. I gasp as I see blood. One of the men hears me, then whirls and shoots again. This time, it hits above my heart.

A scream of agony. I feel it rip out of me, so loud it scares me. The blackness is a wall of unforgiving water, a wave of blood threatening to sweep me under. I hear sirens, screams, and gunfire. Are these the final sounds I'll hear? I know they will be…I feel myself surrendering, being swept away by that ghostly wall of death. Suddenly, right before my sight is gone, I see something strange.

The gunman fall back, screaming. I'm confused. The police aren't here yet. Why are they panicking-and then, I see him. He's tall, with red skin. He's wearing purple animal skins, and his hair is green. He's battling like a demon, attacking brutally, violently, killing my killers. They fall back to the ground, and he drops to his knees, grabbing my shoulders. He shakes me, asking if I'm okay.

I spit blood, and I feel horrible when it hits his face. He only wipes it away. I feel it suddenly, a defeated, yet relaxed feeling. He grabs my hands, then I watch his face as I'm swept under by the current that I have been fighting so hard. His nails dig into mine and I can barely feel something that would normally hurt. I smile one last time, then close my eyes and surrender to the darkness.

Freezing cold.

Dun-dun-DUN! Big cliff-hanger huh? Hope you all liked it! Until next time, this is Kitty Kat, signing off!