Chapter 13

The Fyre Chronicles: The Parody


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Hint: Just remember that the { and } brackets marks the main characters thoughts

Rawr trudged miserable through the snow towards the rear of the diner. That structure itself wasn’t very long, but the biting cold and the knee-deep snow made the short journey treacherous. Patches of ice made him slip occasionally. As he neared the back he turned around and looked forlornly up into the dark and gloomy sky. “Freeman you had better pull through or we’re going to have a long talk when this is through.” Rawr turned to face the door that he had been told of {Well. More like a long listen to me screaming in his face with all manner of insults} the thought cheered him as he stepped over the threshold of the door. The first thing he noticed in the room was the temperature. Suddenly the idea of being outside in near blizzard conditions seemed extremely inviting. Before him, Charlotte and Tom stood waiting, unconcerned about the indescribable chill. Playing the he asked with what he felt was a suitably surprised voice “What? Why’s it so cold in here?” Rawr’s teeth began to chatter, not a good sign. Charlotte’s smile was now one of menace. Without hesitation Tom raised his palm out to face Rawr. Rawr was almost thankful that he had been spared the agonises of a long-winded monolog that most people felt compelled to give and that the action had started. Before Tom could catch him in a blast of Yce Rawr through himself side ways. The nauseating cold beam of Yce narrowly missed him by mere centimetres. Crashing behind a large box, Rawr used his small moment of reprieve to squeeze the signalling knot of Steam in his pocket. Giving the little ball several generous pumps of the hand he released his grip. If he stayed here begging for help than he would be the Yce’s thrall in moments, Rawr intended to avoid such and eventuality for as long as possible. Instead his put his rough hands around the edges of the Solid cardboard box and heaved it at the two unsuspecting Yce. Whatever was in the box was clearly heavy because when it impacted with Tom’s chest it sent him flying across the room to impact with the wall that caused the foundations to shake. Rawr knew it wouldn’t be nearly enough to put the Yce down, but it would certainly hurt. He turned his attention to Charlotte who was staring dumbstruck at the box that now covered Tom. While she was distracted Rawr got in the first of his attacks, his fist whispered through the air before it made contact accompanied with a sickening crack. Fortunately for Rawr, most people with the power of the Tempest become so familiar with it that they don’t ever expect a physical assault. When somebody is ‘hurt’ by a Tempest power the damage usually comes in the form of fatigue and a waning of ones own power. Actual pian can cause some to completely switch off in surprise. Rawr knew this and had exploited this fact on several occasions before. With Charlottes nose broken, Rawr focused his attack there in an effort to send her blind with pian. After a few decisive thuds he turned his attention to Tom who was struggling to detangle himself from the box. Immediately Rawr left the howling blooded mass that was Charlotte and made a rush for Tom. Hearing the heavy footfalls Tom whipped his head up, followed closely by his hand. Rawr, nearly half way across the room tried to throw himself sideways. But on the slippery floor his couldn’t change directions fast enough to avoid the oncoming Yce. With his Fyre still dull, the Yce that clipped him felt like a lightning bolt that spun Rawr on his toes. Had the situation not been so serious Rawr’s comical spin would have caused anybody who knew him to collapse to the ground in tears, hardly able to breathe through the laughter. Now however was not in anyway comical. Rawr landed heavily. His wind knocked out of him he tried to rise only to his air forced from his lungs as the heavy box came crashing down on him. A side of the box split and brightly coloured plush unicorns spilled out onto the floor. Like the box they to had been frozen solid. Rawr reached out and scooped up a handful as he rolled out from under the box and up to a steady crouch. Tom was standing over him with a glint of victory in his eye. Rawr slowly slid his hand over the hard unicorn, feeling for its balance point as he watched Tom gleefully knowing he had Rawr dead-to-rights. Inside the icy chamber the action stopped. Everyone weighing up the odds. An eye of the storm. Rawr saw his chance and took it. As quickly as it had come, the eye passed over and the storm returned in full force. Rawr hardly felt the unicorn leave his hand, it spun across the room. Ice crystals glittered as the unicorn forged it’s way gracefully though the air. Tom fell, grasping his ruined eye. Rawr turned at a sound similar to the slow cracking of a wafer biscuit. Charlotte was on her feet, her right hand seemed to have morphed into a blade of Yce. “You want to do it like that!” she screamed at him “Then we’ll do it your way!” With that she threw herself at him, her blade rased high. {Oh come on this is ridicules!} Rawr thought as he did the only thing he could do. The Yce blade came whistling down as Rawr pulled two more of the Yce frozen unicorn plushies up and caught the blade with the horns. Charlotte attacked with a vengeance, her blade cutting in glistening arcs. With the Yce encrusted unicorns Rawr barely managed to ward her feverish attacks. {If this wasn’t so strange, one might find it epic} Rawr considered with mirth. The relentless attack was beginning to wear Charlotte down as her continued to try and force him into a corner. Rawr kept giving ground and defending. He knew that there was little chance he would succeed if he pressed an offensive now. Charlotte suddenly attacked with renewed vigour. Rawr though this was a sign she was tiring and that it was a last ditch effort to claim victory. It was only when Rawr felt a hand around his ankle did he realize he had fallen into a trap. Tom viciously pulled Rawr’s feet out from under him and sent Rawr sprawling to the ground. Rawr knew that they wear past playing with their prey now. All they cared for now was to finish him off. Someone grabbed his hood and wrenched him around to face them never even getting a look at their face before a fist crashed into his face. Rawr was thrown back by the blow to land against a pillar. Struggling to stand another punch hit him. This time his head snapped back as the fist pounded into his neck, sending his face crashing into the pillar. A furious blast of Yce hurled him across the room. Through the haze of blood Rawr spotted another unicorn, as he reached out to grab it a foot came down on his hand. Unlike most of the Tempest, Rawr was no stranger to pian and only grimaced at the little horn that speared up through his hand. The injury wasn’t one that he need worry about, if he ever got back to Byta it come be fixed up in an overnight stay in the infirmary. Gazing down as his hooded face was one of pure malice. “Any last request before you die filth?!” Rawr looked up from within his hood. Making an effort to fill his voice with pian “Yes, I’d dearly appreciate that coffee I asked for.” Charlotte bared her teeth and spoke through them “Tom…be a good boy and fetch the nice man his coffee.” Tom didn’t bother trying to show expression but said with venom “Why not, it’s the mans final act”. When Tom returned with the coffee Rawr greedily grabbed it and threw back his head and drank. The coffee was foul. Rawr was accustom to strong coffee, but this tasted as though there was more beans than water. Nonetheless Rawr needed the heat and so drank it all gratefully. When he was finished his look up into their eyes and gave them THE grin. This was the grin that could unnerve his friends. This was the grin that caused ordinary people to key the police on their speed dial. This was the grin that could get him through airport customs without a passport and sticks of TNT hanging out of his pockets. This was the grin that made him legend in the Tempest circles. This was the grin that made Chuck Norris squirm. The moment that Charlotte and Tom saw the grin, they realized how truly deep in the shit they were. The boiling, liquid Fyre flew from his fingers of his spare hand. Tom never even had the time to raise a shield before his was carbonised. Charlotte used the time created by his death throes to run for the exit. Rawr pulled the unicorn from his hand and hurled it at her. The horn caught her in the back of the right leg behind the knee, she toppled to the ground where she struggled to rise. A tight ball of Steam came from the room and knocked he out cold. Rawr looked from his target to see Freeman standing across the room. “Next time” Rawr said “You’d better come quicker. Or you might just go missing.” Rawr looked down at the dark stain that was all that was left of Tom, “And that is for making such terrible coffee”. With that, Rawr strode across the room, pulled the little unicorn from Charlottes leg and pocketed it as a souvenir. Then with a single hand he hosted Charlotte over his shoulder, took a final brief glance at Freeman before disappearing in a roar of Fyre, bound for the questioning rooms of Byta. Leaving Freeman to clean up the mess Rawr had made.
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