It felt like the last chapter wasn't good at all... This chapter was inspired by the couple DuncanxHeather. Not my favorite pairing, but the creators of Total Drama had sprinkled possibilities of it throughout the seasons. Eh. For a recommended song, 'Fireproof' by Pillar should set the mood. And now, for another challenge! There's a line of altered lyrics in this chapter. Can you guess what Disney movie it's originally from? Winner's prize is that they get to decide what happens in a scene in the next chapter! Duncan
Heather slowly approached him, grinning maniacally at the fact that her just being there had set the entire church aflame. With a flick of her wrist, a fireball shot out at Duncan, who dodged by a hair's breadth. She continued to casually throw fire at him.
"Shit..."He mumbled under his breath, dodging each blast, but each one after another was increasing in accuracy, scorching him closer each time.
"I don't think you're allowed to curse in church."The Mask said absentmindedly.
"Shut up! Just try to help me out here!"Duncan ducked, a fireball flying straight over his head. To his horror, he found that his mohawk was singed and still burning slightly. He frantically shook his head and beat at the green dyed hair to put it out.
"It's simple, you fool..."The Mask said once Duncan was sure his favorite feature was safe, and ducked behind one of the unburnt pews for cover.
"She's fire. What can put out a fire?"
"Water. But in case you haven't noticed, I can't magically make H2O squirt out of my palms."Duncan replied in an annoyed tone. Fireballs continued to fly at him. Heather let out a sadistic little laugh."What's the matter? Afraid of getting a little burned? Or is the big bad Duncan afraid of little 'ol me?"She taunted, adding another laugh after.
Duncan stood up to counteract, but was hit straight in the face by Heather's volley of flames. He fell flat on his back from the force of the attack. Luckily, The Mask had protected him from most of it."Thanks so much...I have feelings too..."The Terror Mask was the one annoyed now.
"Your a disembodied spirit in a metal mask...how can you have feelings?"
"Just be quiet, Duncan-boy. To settle this dispute, we could always ask the Big Man upstairs for a little rain."
If Duncan could make a face to his own mask, he would give it a confused one."Ask God for rain?"
"It's worth a shot. We are in a church...well, a slowly burning one, but still a church."
Duncan looked up, seeing smoke beginning to fill up the room. Was this considered praying?
"Uh Jesus...God...Spirit, whatever...could you send some rain...please?"
An entire chunk of ceiling collasped in on him in answer. Duncan dodged out the way, the ceiling chunk crashing into a pile of smouldering wood. He was in Heather's sights now. She took in a quick breath, then blew out. A sheet of fire shot out of her mouth like a flamethrower. Duncan rolled out the way until he was behind her. He wouldn't be able to fight her in such ever-closing space, she he moved deeper into the church. Heather ceased her blowing, turned around, striding across the burning cathedral.
Duncan went as far as he could hiding in one of the rooms in the back of the hall. He found himself in some sort of children's nursery. Posters of cartoonish saints aligned the walls and toys scattered across the floor, a large cabinent that held the toys was in the corner.
Heather walked down this hall. As she passed each room, she would flick her wrist upward, a pillar of red and orange fury filled that room, spreading Heather's fire more. As she came closer, the heat became more intense. Duncan could feel sweat beginning to build up on his skin.
"Hellfire,
Black fire!
Now Duncan it's your turn.
Choose me or your pyre.
Be mine..."
She stopped right in front of the room Duncan was hiding in. She stepped in, grinning.""Or you shall burn!"
Only to find it empty. Dissapointed, the ablaze Heather walked back out and continued her search.
Duncan let out a sigh of relief. He was hiding in the cabinent, the remaining toys inside prodding at his skin uncomfortably."I didn't know she was into poetry. And you."During the fight, the mask had searched for memories of Heather.
"I think Total Drama World Tour got to her."The Punk opened the doors, sliding out, only for the toys that had stuck to him to fall and clatter to the gound.
Heather was upon him with an inferno.
An explosion, and Duncan was thrown from the blast, flames and tinderbits flying with him. He landed on the street across from the church, cold cement ever so graciously breaking his fall. He looked down at himself to actually see his entire lower half burning. He was too wracked with scalding pain to move. Heather came out into the churchyard, a harbringer of the very hellfire she sang about earlier.
Grinning wickedly, she pointed at Duncan, and with a simple flick of the wrist, Duncan was coming to hate that movement, he became a pyre. His entire body turning to cinders. He jumped up, the scalding pain had intensified to a solid,searing mass all over him. But he would not scream. He would not scream. He would not give her the satisfaction of him screaming...
His vision blurred, a feeling he had become accustomed to. Through the flames that filled his sight, he could see Heather a few yards away, the church behind her burning as he was. She approached him, barely an arm's length away."Duncan...just be mine. You don't need Gwen anymore...and she doesn't need you. She's a Queen now."Heather purred."All you need tosay is that you are mine...and I can make the pain stop. I can make the fire cease. And we both can be subjects under Gwen..."
He shoved her away, and with his considerable strength, made her fly.
"Water."
The Terror Mask filled his mind with that single word.
"Water. Water. Water. Water. WATER."
Duncan turned around, and his vision cleared. The pain abided for a second. He could see a fire hydrant right in front of him. God had sent the rain.
Instantly, the pain of burning to death returned. Wasting no time, Duncan blindly kicked out until his foot hit the top of the hydrant, forcing the metal plate off. A burst of high-powered water shot upwards into a fountain, sprinkling down on him with cooling water, washing away the pain.
Heather was furious. She let ot a growl, pillars of flame shooting of of her skin and into the sky."I am Hellfire itself! I choose who burns! I could set this entire world aflame if I wanted to!"She ranted.
"You look like you need to cool off...here, have a drink!"Duncan said, only to facepalm after.
"I have taught you well."The Mask laughed.
Duncan placed his foot over the shooting water, angling it until an even more intensified stream blasted straight at Heather. A fog of steam hissed and came off of her as water soothed the hellfire Heather had become. The stream died down, leaving Heather once again just a shivering, wimpering teenage girl on the ground.
The church's fire died down along with the ghost's dissapearance.
Duncan walked over to drenched Heather, picking her up and placing her on the church steps. She didn't react to him. He walked inside and surprisingly found a saved blanket, coming back outside and placing it over her. She calmed down and drifted off to sleep.
He turned around to leave, but found himself stumbling and gasping for air. He grabed onto a nearby stone cross, using it to haul himself up and keep support. The last few fights had really taken a toll on him.
He just wanted this nightmare to be over.