Blaze

She raised her head to look at him.  “Are you really?” she asked, tears rushing down her pale cheeks. He opened his mouth, and showed them, those things most people cower once they see. That’s when he thought she opened her mouth to scream, but boy, was he wrong.  She said those words that still haunt him today. And she regrets everything.

Blaze had been spotted. She ran as fast as she could. But he ran faster. She pushed her legs harder. So did he. She zoomed left and into the dark creepy ally that was situated next to a very populated area.  As did he, “I’ve got you now.” He laughed, creeping forward. Blaze thought she would die now, as it was fate, but fate could be changed, right? She twirled around. Too late, his hands gripped tightly around her throat, she gurgled.  “What have you got yourself into now?” he asked, sarcasm creeping in his voice. Blaze looked at him. So easily, it took her nothing for her to take his spot. “Why don’t you tell me?” She said sleazily.  Her hands tightened, more than his hands had been.  “Thank you Blaze, but that won’t be necessary. I think you have done enough.” A deep, old voice spoke from behind as she was about to twist his neck. She wanted to wring it out and watch the blood drip like water.  “Master, it would be the right…” she began, but Master silenced her with a wave of his hand. He opened his mouth and touched his pointy fang. She nodded, placing her hands on her stomach, and backing away. “Please, don’t.” the runner pleaded.  At that snap, she turned and ran. 

“Master, there was no meaning to kill the runner.” Blaze said, sipping on the Chinese noodles Master had made. He laughed through his belly. His eyes glinted. “Of course there was. You were going to kill him for the same reason.” The Master laughed. His words were filled with all sorts of wisdom. They sat on green pillows with tassels covering all four sides. When Blaze was young, she used to love playing with the gold tassels, especially when Master was blabbing. She and Master had been together ever since he found her on her doorstep, and she hoped he would never regret taking her in. Around the age of 3, Master had decided it was time to train Blaze.  After that moment of truth, Master told her what he was. And once she was ready, she could be one of them too. 2 years after, the question of wanting to be one of them really bothered her, after all that training. Master encouraged her not to give up.

“For the right reasons?” she said, bowing her head and looking into the soup bowl. Noodles swirled around, the dark brown liquid dancing.  She looked up to find Master nodding his head.  His chopsticks diving into his soup bowl. “I have news.” He said, eyes lifting up to look at Blaze. “Yes Master?” she asked, although she thought it couldn’t be anything special, since news almost always meant a fancy Chinese dress for her birthday. She sighed and waited. “You are finished. Now you are on the run to survive. Find freedom, and you are safe.” He blurted. His words slowly processed in her brain, but not fast enough to keep her from spitting soup and saying, “Excuse me”.  He laughed. “Yes, Blaze, you are finished. Packing starts soon.” He said, rising from his pillow. “Master! I am… astonished. But why?” she asked, feeling insecure and excited deep inside. Blaze always hid her emotions from Master, for he had once said feeling was weak, and she could and would never be weak. “You are ready Blaze. And here, a parting gift, as you might say.” He said, his hands digging in his pocket. She looked at him. Something shiny came out. A silver necklace, with a beautiful pendant that was shaped as fire, now rested in his wrinkly hands. “Oh, Master! That looks insanely expensive.” Blaze stuttered as she studied the pendant. Blaze, it read, cutting into the orange crystal. “Don’t worry about it, my fire. I paid 35 gold coins, but it is worth it.” He said, unhooking the clip and crawling on his knees behind her. Blaze’s hair was swiftly wrapped around his right hand. Blaze had hair that all the girls in the village had been jealous of. Her hair looked and felt like a shimmering black waterfall, cascading down her back to her hips, which were very tiny. Blaze had that model face and tiny, but muscular build. Eliza would soon plot to ruin her beauty again.

When Blaze was 12, she had the choice to go to Ghei Academy.  She had said yes, but once she had gotten there, Eliza Tricot had been waiting for her friends at the entrance.  “Oh, you are pretty, I’m Eliza.” She had flattered. Blaze had felt the red come to her cheeks. “Um… thanks?” Blaze had questioned.  The giant red towers didn’t seem to have lightened the mood. Blaze had sneaked tons of movies from the store down in the village, behind the Masters back. She had felt terribly guilty. These building were featured in each of the Chinese school movies. She remembered Eliza, her short brown hair flew in the wind each time, her darling Chinese dresses that had almost made Blaze jealous of how pretty they were. In that time, and in time now, Blaze wore ragged pajama-like clothes. They were a blank white fabric, and she was cold each winter day, and hot each summer day. The house was beautiful and historical; she felt part of something being able to read traditional Chinese books as she sat on her hard bed frame. Eliza had used to make her jealous with her wealth, popularity, and much, much more.  Blaze thought they had been friends… Until the first plot had been fired… Eliza thought it all through carefully, although, it was obvious. Blaze had seen enough movies to figure it out on her own. Blaze had hit Eliza in the cafeteria, expelling her from Ghei.  Master was disappointed. Every night, she flinched when she lay on her scars. Master had whipped her. He always had. Now that he put the necklace on her, she felt something inside, telling her to run. She ignored it. Master loved her, she thought, and I cannot deny truth. Could she really find truth in his words? Now in day, she found his wisdom, not so helpful. Blaze let him clip the necklace around her small neck. “Do you have a real name Master?” she asked politely. She hoped he wouldn’t get mad at that question. “There are things I cannot tell you, my fire. But I can tell you this. Run. I am going to be the one to kill, if you are not strong. If you don’t find freedom, I will find you.” Master sneered.

Blaze could never forgive him for that.

(Not very good. It's old. >.<)