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May 15 [Original] [Fire Through the Trees]
Title: Fire Through the Trees
Day/Theme: 15. and I'm still afraid of the lights
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: The Biker/Josh
The fires flared up as soon as the moon rose. It should have made sense for the Biker to head toward them. He was alone in the woods. Crippled, alone in the woods. There would be people by the fires. He could get help.
Unless they weren't people. And even if they were, they might not be helpful. He remembered the lamia and clenched his eyes shut for a moment. He was keeping his cool, but he didn't like it. His wheelchair was useless in the woods. So was he.
Another fire leapt up to his left, closer than the others. He kept himself still and quiet and he hoped, overlooked. They weren't wildfires. If they had been he would already be dead. There was no way he could get the chair back to the field. Even if he left it and crawled, the fire could overtake him. This one didn't spread, just jumped up a little higher. It gave him enough light to see the overgrown gully Josh had been forced to leave him by.
The kid had gone to find another way around for him, but from what he could see, there wasn't one. He would have to leave the chair and as much as he hated it, that terrified him. Pitiful as a snail was, it didn't want to leave its shell behind. He would have to, and scramble as best he could through the leaves. Then, Josh would have to drag him.
And, if anything happened, Josh would have to leave him. No reason they both had to be eaten. The Biker rolled that idea in his head, letting it sink in. He would either make it or he wouldn't. Probably wouldn't. But then there was a rustle and blur of movement and it was Josh, breathless from hurrying, and wide-eyed in the dark.
"We'll have to cross the creek," he whispered. "It's like waist-deep, so if you can swim a little, I can help and we'll get you across. Then I can go back for the chair and then-"
A new fire geysered out of the ground, almost at their feet. Josh sprang back and the Biker threw up an arm. The fire settled into a campfire, as high and hot as if it had been tended for hours. There were two women with it, one young and one old. The fire washed them both yellow.
"-then you would have crossed running water," the old one said. The young one didn't look up. "Which would keep you safe from some things. But you still wouldn't know."
"Know what?" The Biker growled. He was prickling with dread. He wasn't anywhere near used to the unnatural things that had been happeneing, but fire and witches had never been a good combination.
"The truth." She said it like it was obvious. "Look and see." She gestured at the fire.
"Right."
"Look," she said, shrugging. "And see."
The Biker did glance toward the fire and it flared up in front of him. It went white and for a second it was headlights, bright and burning and bearing down on him. Panic stabbed through him. He remembered the impact and the heat and then something blocked it. The white lights went red and the dog's eyes blinked at him. It bared its teeth in warning even as the flames licked over them. The Biker jerked his eyes away. The old woman also looked startled for a blink, but then she focused on Josh.
"You, then," she said. Josh was worried over the Biker's reaction and just made a distracted noise at her. The Biker was sucking in air and white-knuckled on the wheelchair arms. Josh hovered. "You are weighed down by secrets," she said more sharply and Josh did look up at that. "There are things you've never understood and always wanted to know." The Biker saw him hesitate, eyes flicking between them.
"Things that never quite made sense," she went on. Josh looked back at the Biker, the question plain on his face. The Biker had no idea what the fire would show the kid or how quickly they could get away. Josh looked at the fire and took a step toward it. He was still hesitant and reached one hand back behind him. The Biker grabbed it by the wrist and held on.
The fire turned Josh's eyes to yellow and faded the red out of his hair. The Biker didn't want to look and see the truck coming at him again, but he heard Josh make a sound like he had been punched in the gut and that made him look back into the light.
Day/Theme: 15. and I'm still afraid of the lights
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: The Biker/Josh
The fires flared up as soon as the moon rose. It should have made sense for the Biker to head toward them. He was alone in the woods. Crippled, alone in the woods. There would be people by the fires. He could get help.
Unless they weren't people. And even if they were, they might not be helpful. He remembered the lamia and clenched his eyes shut for a moment. He was keeping his cool, but he didn't like it. His wheelchair was useless in the woods. So was he.
Another fire leapt up to his left, closer than the others. He kept himself still and quiet and he hoped, overlooked. They weren't wildfires. If they had been he would already be dead. There was no way he could get the chair back to the field. Even if he left it and crawled, the fire could overtake him. This one didn't spread, just jumped up a little higher. It gave him enough light to see the overgrown gully Josh had been forced to leave him by.
The kid had gone to find another way around for him, but from what he could see, there wasn't one. He would have to leave the chair and as much as he hated it, that terrified him. Pitiful as a snail was, it didn't want to leave its shell behind. He would have to, and scramble as best he could through the leaves. Then, Josh would have to drag him.
And, if anything happened, Josh would have to leave him. No reason they both had to be eaten. The Biker rolled that idea in his head, letting it sink in. He would either make it or he wouldn't. Probably wouldn't. But then there was a rustle and blur of movement and it was Josh, breathless from hurrying, and wide-eyed in the dark.
"We'll have to cross the creek," he whispered. "It's like waist-deep, so if you can swim a little, I can help and we'll get you across. Then I can go back for the chair and then-"
A new fire geysered out of the ground, almost at their feet. Josh sprang back and the Biker threw up an arm. The fire settled into a campfire, as high and hot as if it had been tended for hours. There were two women with it, one young and one old. The fire washed them both yellow.
"-then you would have crossed running water," the old one said. The young one didn't look up. "Which would keep you safe from some things. But you still wouldn't know."
"Know what?" The Biker growled. He was prickling with dread. He wasn't anywhere near used to the unnatural things that had been happeneing, but fire and witches had never been a good combination.
"The truth." She said it like it was obvious. "Look and see." She gestured at the fire.
"Right."
"Look," she said, shrugging. "And see."
The Biker did glance toward the fire and it flared up in front of him. It went white and for a second it was headlights, bright and burning and bearing down on him. Panic stabbed through him. He remembered the impact and the heat and then something blocked it. The white lights went red and the dog's eyes blinked at him. It bared its teeth in warning even as the flames licked over them. The Biker jerked his eyes away. The old woman also looked startled for a blink, but then she focused on Josh.
"You, then," she said. Josh was worried over the Biker's reaction and just made a distracted noise at her. The Biker was sucking in air and white-knuckled on the wheelchair arms. Josh hovered. "You are weighed down by secrets," she said more sharply and Josh did look up at that. "There are things you've never understood and always wanted to know." The Biker saw him hesitate, eyes flicking between them.
"Things that never quite made sense," she went on. Josh looked back at the Biker, the question plain on his face. The Biker had no idea what the fire would show the kid or how quickly they could get away. Josh looked at the fire and took a step toward it. He was still hesitant and reached one hand back behind him. The Biker grabbed it by the wrist and held on.
The fire turned Josh's eyes to yellow and faded the red out of his hair. The Biker didn't want to look and see the truck coming at him again, but he heard Josh make a sound like he had been punched in the gut and that made him look back into the light.