Disclaimer: I do not own Static Shock or any of the characters in Static Shock. I only own Pyre. DUH!
Sorry for torturing you. But I couldn't help it. The story was screaming TORTURE THEM TORTURE THEM TORTURE THEM! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ahem. On to the story…
"Tell me what?" Pyre snapped running a hand through her red and blonde hair. She wasn't exactly thrilled about Francis being in her home especially in the state she had been. Vulnerable…that's something she always hid…but why was she allowing him to see it still? Him of all people…she had been crying in her sleep and the tears could still be seen at the corner of her eyes and where they had fallen down her face before. Francis looked at her and the stains on her cheeks, "You've been crying….but why?" Her head snapped up and her eyes slanted in a harsh glare "That's none of you're business. Tell me what you came here to tell me and then leave me be."
"I was there…..the night you're father and older brother died. I saw it happen….and I spoke to your father…." He said silently as he began retelling the night's events, "He said you're name…'Pyre'…..no it wasn't Pyre he said you're real name…you're birth name….."
A car screeched across the road of the old part of the city. It was the part where all the buildings where dangerous and condemned. But Pyre's father was a photographer he wanted to take pictures….and he wanted to give his two children the chance to see him at work. The car crashed into one of the condemned buildings, waking a young boy who had fallen asleep in one of the trees near the condemned part of the city. He jumped out of the tree and began wondering towards the sound he had heard. The sun was setting and it cast a light on the young boy making his red and blonde hair even more brilliant. It was beginning to darken so he walked a little faster towards the sound. Then he saw one of the buildings crumble and started running towards it.
"Hey, Mister are you o-augh!" the young boy tried to get out before tripping over something heavy. He looked back it was a girl's body she looked to be only abut a year younger than he was. He touched her shoulder and when she didn't move he assumed her dead "Help my daughter. Her name is Juliet Ramsey. Get her help and find her mother. Tell the family where the other two's bodies are. Please." The boy looked at the man "But what about you?" "Just do it. Don't worry about us," with that the man laid his head down and his breathing slowly began to slow. The young boy picked the girl up and rushed her to the other side of Dakota and into the hospital.
"There are two others in the old part of town. I don't know if they are alive still or not. Her father told me to bring her here. He said her name was Juliet Ramsey," the boy said as he handed her to a nurse. The nurse took Juliet and before she could thank the boy he was gone.
"I knew I recognized you from somewhere. I just couldn't remember where…until earlier when you hit me…and then I followed here…and I remembered the rest. I thought you should know…." Francis looked at her and for the first time he pitied her. She sat looking at him a confused, startled and scared expression on her face, "You saved me? But why?" He flinched, "I was a kid….I wasn't always the way I am now Juliet…"
"Don't ever say my birth name again Francis," Pyre growled as she stood up and pushed past him, "Juliet died. You didn't save her." Francis grabbed her arm as she tried to push past him and turned her around so that she was facing him. He then lifted her chin so he was looking her straight in the eye, "No Juliet didn't die…you locked her away…."
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm doing it again. Don't you just love me for it? Anyway I don't think this chapter is very good. I may replace it…it all depends on my laziness and what not. But I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. Stay tuned for the next chapter. Things are going to start heating up a little more.
