FlameX: Inferno
Secret7
Chapter 6
Blaze pounded on the transparent Duranium cell that he'd been trapped in by the Professor. He was persistent, and had kept pounding on the cell for almost a half hour. But it was to no avail. He was locked in the darkest corner of the lab, inside of a small containment cell which only had a bathroom and a television to keep him from getting insanely bored. He stopped pounding, and sat still. Rage bubbled through him. He had tried to help them, but NO. They locked him up in here.
"Betrayed, by the only people I know." he muttered. It was night, and he was tired, so he closed his eyes and drifted into sleep...
His mind drifted through his imagination. As he hovered, amazed at the wonderful and mysterious place his soul lived, he came across a field of grass. He stood on one side, another figure on the other, flaming side.
"You cannot escape me," said the figure.
"No...not you. Not you again!" Blaze yelled.
The other figure stepped out of the shadows. Blaze, with his dark, cruel eyes.
"There is no escaping the legacy of the Dark Three. You are now worthless. There is nothing you can do to escape your past. You are no longer Blaze. You do not deserve the name, betrayer."
"I hate the name, monster."
"You are being foolish. You know that the only way to make sure she lives is to give in."
"Who's she?"
"The girl you call Blossom. She is the one you care about the most in this plane. She will die, unless you persuade her to become one with the cold, as you will become one , once again, with the flame inside you."
"No...the Dark Ones can't...they won't defeat us."
"You're being a fool, Nameless. If you are not Blaze, then you are no one."
"No..."
"Blossom will die."
An image of Blossom appeared inside of the boy's dream. The now-nameless child stared as Blaze grabbed Blossom by the throat.
"She will die. There is no hope left," Blaze said. He snapped her neck.
The Nameless boy screamed.
"NEVER!" He yelled, and it echoed across the cell. The boy in the past known as Blaze closed his eyes. He was never safe, not even in his dreams. He slumped down.
"Blossom," he whispered. He almost considered listening to the black flame inside of him. To join the Three. But he resisted. It's brighter than usual, so it must be morning, he said to himself.
He yawned and looked outside of the containment cell. He could see a figure coming. He smelled a sweet aroma.
"Food..." he whispered.
Blossom was carrying in the boy's breakfast.
"Hi Blaze. Here."
She opened the cell, and prepared to be attacked just in case. Blaze looked like his spirit was too broken to fight.
"Don't call me that."
"What?"
"Blaze. Call me something else. Anything but that..."
Blossom looked puzzled. "But why not Blaze?"
"Please, I don't want to talk about it."
"There's something I wanted to talk about." Blossom admitted, handing Blaze his food. He looked like he was going to explode with joy with the sight of pancakes. "Look...I want to help you."
"Help me do what?"
"You need to get out of here. I can do that."
Blaze's eyes widened with a wicked look.
"I'm busting you out of here." Blossom finished.
To be continued...