Krieg touched his arm where Jay burned him. He had a dirty, bloody bandage wrapped around his hand and forearm that protected most of his skin from coming into contact with her heat. There was a small red mark, a second degree burn. It didn't pain him, nor did he even really feel it when it happened.
He moved his attention back to her unconscious body. He touched her leg, feeling the inflammation of the bright red skin around the center wound. He noticed his touch didn't wake her, or ever stir her.
I know what you're thinking, but is it really a good idea after what happened? he punched himself in the temple, growling at his inner voice. He ignored it from there, retrieving that sharp object. It had fallen to the floor during their brawl.
He sat himself on the ground, his torso hovering a perfect distance over her. He gently stuck the tip into her wound, stopping when it hit the bullet. He carefully dug it into the tight slit where the muscle hugged the bullet, strategically scooping it out. He reverted his eyes to her face, still unmoved. He wasn't sure if it were good or bad.
When he scooped it halfway up, he was able to grab it with his fingers. Dislodging it made blood start pooling. He examined the piece, and looked back in the hole. Given the poor lighting, he was still able to see a few tiny fragments that broke off inside before the blood covered it. He already knew what he was dealing with. He's pulled enough bullets out of himself to know what he was looking at. Or did he?
He's been shot with every elemental weapon you can think of, but never once were they combined. It was clear that it was a Hyperion-made bullet. He scowled at the thought of Hyperion.
He looked at it, spinning it in his large fingers. He noticed eroded chambers within the metal. He made an educated guess that one side had slag, while the other had corrosive acid; Pulling the trigger would initiate the reaction. Heat produced from the gun powder would begin to open up the chambers, one metal type melting quicker than the other to assure a timed double damage once it hits its target. It didn't make a serious wound, the acid eating away only a certain range. Of course the trick was to cause damage even after you've made it out alive. If you didn't die then you wouldn't get very far after infection kicks in.
Krieg meticulously scooped the shrapnel, getting a reaction from her as he had to dig deeper into her.
"Ow, mmm," she whined a little. Her body shifted, causing her to wake. Her torso flung up, and she immediately grabbed at her leg, moaning loudly in pain. Her eyes remained closed so he stopped trying to get the last piece until her body settled. He needed to work fast because she was losing a lot of blood. There was a good chance a main artery was hit, and if that was true, then they may have a new problem.
She laid, falling back into an unconscious state. Krieg worked quick to get the last piece out. He had nothing to stitch her with, allowing blood to escape fast. He growled in frustration, trying to come up with something.
No, that's probably the worst idea you've had today! He pushed her wound closed as best as he could and took the sharp instrument he used to get the bullet out, stabbing it through her flesh. Her eyes shot open, bright red. She screamed in pain causing the room to burst into flames. The intensity made her black out, leaving the shack to burn with the two inside.
Krieg unwrapped the bandage from his arm, using it to wrap her leg and tie the object in place, keeping her wound closed.
Dark smoke filled the room, the temperature rising by the second. He lifted her up bridal style, grabbing his buzzaxe and carried her out of the burning shack. He got far enough away, watching as the camp crumbled.
Jay sat on the floor of her bedroom. She had five candles lined up in front of her. She was staring at the first one, concentrating on the wick. She smiled wide when it ignited.
She lit them one after the other, until she got to the last one. She grew annoyed, trying extra hard to focus. She shut her eyes, imagining the candle wick bursting into flames. She opened her eyes. Nothing. She failed.
"Come on," she told herself. She tried once again to light it, putting everything she had into it. Again, she had failed to light it. She snarled, hitting the ground in aggravation. The candle burst into flames as she imagined, and so did other objects in around her.
"No," she panicked, standing up and trying to calm down. Her body was shaking and power unstable, making the flames mimic her. They spread quick, weakening her ability to gain control.
Jay whimpered in his arms, crying out unconsciously.
She ran out of her room, screaming for her mother who was asleep in the room next to hers.
She touched the knob of her door, pulling back and hissing from the heat. She went at it again, turning with haste. She pushed the door open to see her mom trapped by the flames. "Mom!" she yelled, not sure how to help her.
"Get out! Go outside!" her mother yelled back, wanting safety for her daughter. Jay watched in shock as thick smoke clouded the ceiling, soon filling the house.
She closed her eyes, envisioning control over the fire. She was able to slow her heartbeat and focus.
"We got you, everything's gonna be alright!" a man grabbed her, pulling her towards the exit.
"No! Get off!" she struggled, "mom! Mom!" she tried to get out of the man's grip.
"You need to get out, this house is going down!" the man tried to contain her but she pushed him off to run back.
The room was barely recognizable. Heat, fire and smoke occupied the space. Charred wood fell from the walls.
She broke down, falling to the floor. The man came back, scooping her up and carrying her outside. He placed her a safe distance away on the ground. She coughed and cried, holding herself.
To be continued. Hope you enjoyed the little glimpse into Jay's past. Thanks for reading and please leave a review! :)
