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If I ever had a life it was forgotten in the fire. I never moved, never cried out, I was still. The fire erased any memory I had of cold, any memory of Winter. The pain healed some twisted thing, and it became even more intense. How was that possible? It burned on.
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As I lay burning, I started to hear voices,
"She's the shortest I've ever seen, she may take less time than Bella."
Less time than who??? Couldn't they just say how much longer the fire was going to kill me?
"Carlisle, what is her name?"
"I don't know, she'll probably tell us."
That's silly, my names…. I have so many, Shadow, Ember(I mentally grimaced at the irony,) Twister. A long time ago, I think I was called…. MARINA.
I realized that the space in my head had grown, not enough to ignore the fire, but enough to realize every lick of it and to enjoy it. I'm such a maytar, never cried, never showed pain. I could hear now, a football game downstairs, breathing close by, a song playing, something beating. None of these held my attention for long so I went back to the fire.
Suddenly I knew I could move parts of my body again, but I didn't dare, if I did I would start screaming. Slowly, slowly the fire began to retract from my legs and arms, but it got hotter and hotter in my heart, like the sun was there. My already frenzied heart went up a couple of notches. I heard someone shift close beside me,
"Carlisle.." It called lowly.
I was interested by that, but suddenly the pain got much worse, my attention returned to the fire. It beat my heart louder and faster, my heart was racing the fire, and losing. The flame roared up suddenly, my attention to my bounds ceased as my body was dragged upward, my heart going as fast as helicopter blades.
The fire stopped, my heart gave two last thuds, and stopped. For a second the absence of pain was all I could think of. Then I opened my eyes, staring up in amazement.