Fire

by MuchaLuchaAndMe

His feet were burning to a degree below 0, heart stinging as if it had feeling. Rigby had always been cruel with his words, but it only hurt when he only held truth, instead of the lies Mordecai so desperately needed.

His mouth was no stranger to being sewn, with thread made of the purest red, his lips burning with each stab of the needle. The human language had long since failed his soaring mind, all inkling of rage being a cruel trick to his mind. Every curse known to man trickling up his veins only to be defeated cold and sharp at the throat, cracking slow and cutting, freezing a coat of glass to his neck.

All breathing had stopped.

Because there stood Rigby, so weak and pathetic with his eyes crying out these things that scared Mordecai, his heart beating a tune that was just so familiar to Mordecai- a beat playing his name, drumming it out slow and smooth, kicking along as fast as the tiniest heart could pound. It was unmistakable. And it scared Mordecai. His friend, his only real friend that put up with all the crap that he stupidly talked them into, or tried to talk them out of, or tried nothing at all, standing weak and vulnerable with eyes so wide and empty of everything living that it just didn't even seem possible they were alive, that they were crying out something Mordecai wouldn't hear.

And all feeling that processed to his mind was an absolute terror of the reality that stood so firm in his blue grasp, and a relief that there was no wind to push on their chilled backs. Nothing to blow away this moment, to knock a clock over and send them somewhere in the future where these words never happened and he never spoke an answer of an idea.

But, now it was a wish he clung to tight and desperate as his best friend crumpled into his brown and dirty body, each clawed step inching him further away from what was once an object of comfort and ease in that small mans pathetic life. Each step being the last sound Mordecai could hear, cutting sharp into the core of his mind.

Now, all that man could feel was ice, cracking on the walls, grabbing his feet and holding as tight and desperate as he was. It crawled up his spine and down his arms, slipping around the neck, pulled taut with blades of poison stabbing his vocals with a burning sensation slipping in his blood, all breath turned frozen like a pool of burning ice.

Ice.

He had, without any more than a reflective pause, reduced his friend - his best friend - the only guy he could call his brother…

To ice.

All because that tiny heart had been set on fire.