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Dark Fire Consumes Us- Meeting Frost
When Alex left the dark room he let the thick black cloud dissipate into the sharp winter air, and trudged over to the forest, his black boots slick enough on the outside so the snow that melted at his will didn't soak his feet. When he reached the line of the forest, where the trees suddenly stopped, as if afraid to grow into the cold scarred land he grabbed a low branch on a particularly thick oak tree and hauled himself up without much effort at all. Then, crouching, he started to leap from branch to branch , using the wind as his buffer when he landed, sometimes ignoring the branches and flying in a skippity manner, sometimes using his strength and highly athletic skills he had acquired over the years to merely push off from the trunks of trees so hard that he could be flying to anybody who saw him...not that anybody could see him.
The lair where Pitch lived was easy to navigate to, and Alex knew he could track it with his eyes closed, which was the one reason he wasn't paying any attention when he smacked into something, or rather someone, cold and solid, and nearly fell 30 feet to the ground. This was also the reason why he had to look at Jack Frost from a sprawled position on his back, rather than crouched defensively with Avira in his hand ready to pin the white haired winter spirit and cut that angering smirk from his arrogant face.
All in all, Alex was having a very, very bad day. He immediately felt anger in the form of blue fire and normal fire crashing against a firm barrier that just barely masked his impatience. Alex soooo wished he had his sword right now so he could be on his way. He wished heavily that Jack wouldn't try to bother him either, because he didn't want to kill the winter spirit, it would set things in very bad motion around the world, something that Alex didn't want on his conscience. But he didn't want a lot of things.
Closing his eyes he willed Avira to him and then tried to stand, only to have a freezing gust of wind knock him back into the snow, and Alex knew that this wouldn't turn out well. Silently he pitied Jack and the blood that would be on his hands.
"hey...you look really familiar," Frost said, alighting on a branch just above Alex and sending piles of ice and snow into the other boy's face.
A feeling Alex hated more than anything started to overwhelm Alex's feelings, cold, freezing cold, a cold that would not leave and warred with the fire now alight within that was trying now more than ever to break free and release it's wrath and Alex panicked, forming a thicker barrier, something he should not have done, because the fire got angry, too angry, and it's efforts started to singe the mental barrier, sending shooting pain down Alex's whole body. He inwardly screamed. Not now, having a fit now would mean death, mockery, and a lot of other things that only served to set Alex's other power free.
Alex got up quickly, melting the snow around him and on him, making rivulets of boiling water dribble down his face and soak his shirt.
"What now Frost? You've forgotten me?" Alex snarled menacingly. Where was Akira? Why wasn't the blade here yet? Another shooting pain engulfed him and he nearly collapsed, just barely managing to keep up the facade.
Once Akira was here he could deal with Frost and go somewhere isolated so he could unleash the terrifying power that threatened to take hold. Flashes of burned cities, charred flesh and the stink of the dead floated into Alexander's mind, along with the screams of ones he loved dearly. It took his entire will to keep from exploding and destroying everything and everyone within a ten mile who didn't believe in the Fire Storm would believe in it now if he didn't act quickly enough.
Pitch would kill him too, for being late, and for the destruction, and for revealing his powers to the guardians, and lots of other things that Alex didn't care about, except for pleasing Pitch so he wouldn't get hurt. Frost was standing in his way now, his way of self preservation and safety.
"Move Frost," he huffed starting to look for a tree to take refuge in.
"I do know you, I know I do, from somewhere...You're...FLARE! that's it! Alexander Flare! You're the one that always destroys my snow days! That's awfully cruel you know, and aren't you related to Pitch?! Oh no, I've got to tell the Guardians-" He was suddenly cut off as Alex cried out in pain and fell to his knees, clutching his black hair to his head, his multicolored, fire colored eyes fixed on some place in the snow. Jack watched, transfixed, as the ground literally burned beneath his gaze.
"Well," he mused, "I really should tell the guardians", yet there was something about this spirit that was intriguing. He had shoulder length pitch black hair that fell to his shoulders unevenly as if he had cut it himself, and his eyes were an amazing red, with golden slivers that rotated around his iris whenever he moved. He wore all black, a color that went in pleasing contrast with his pale skin. He also had a neat voice, strong, smooth, determined, though blank with hidden emotion. But what caught Jack the most was the way he moved, so like Pitch, yet not at the same time, as if he were afraid of everybody, or wary.
"Flare, Flare, Flare...Alexander Flare, neat name Fire King, I've seen some of the work you've done, quite impressive."
"don't call me that," Alex hissed under his breath, feeling slightly queezy and even more agitated.
"What, Fire King? I think it suits you, not that creating flowers or summoning darkness are any other less complimenting powers, but you do have a certain look about you-"
"SHUT UP!" Alex screamed, he could feel it now, the anger that always came with fire, because fire was destruction, and it was uncontrollable. and then, something that surprised them both, "RUN!"
And Jack could see it too, something more powerful than anything he had ever felt, suddenly coming loose, and in fear he flew away, high into the sky, and higher than high he flew, but he still felt the release. and as he looked down he could still see the destruction, the engulfing fire, the ashes, and the dead.
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I know, Alex has got anger issues, but I like him. :) ha ha.