The Fire Within (Part 5) (253 hits)
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Submitted by Rillins (View user info) at 2006-09-27 15:21:18 EDT
Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/93428
Part 2: http://www.ubersite.com/m/93487
Part 3: http://www.ubersite.com/m/93522
Part 4: http://www.ubersite.com/m/93623
Sandra was hot. Sandra was very, very hot. She moaned and rolled over, the sheets tangling in her legs. Why was it so hot in here? Why did it smell so bad? Sandra pulled one of her eyes open, the effort almost too much to bear. The room was brightly lit, her eye retreated back to darkness. But why was it so bright? She struggled to convince her eye to re-open.
Her eye spotted Wayne, in the corner and on fire. The eye quickly closed again, settling into the comforts of sleep. Shock stuck her brain like an ice pick. Wayne was on fire! Sandra leapt onto the bed, seeing that the entire room was on fire, and Wayne asleep.
"WAYNE, GET UP! THE WHOLE PLACE IS ON FIRE, GET UP!"
He woke with a snort, dimly looking at his surroundings.
"What's going on OH SHIT!"
Wayne went to the bed, the flames licking his heels as he went. He couldn't feel the sizzle of fire; his only desire was to rescue Sandra. The edges of the bed caught fire and Sandra shrieked, unable to withstand the heat.
"Can't you put the fire out? No air, no fire!" Wayne said through the flames.
"No, we'll die too!" Sandra jumped as one of the flames closed in on her toes.
Something raw snapped in Wayne and he emptied himself of all feelings but anger. The primal rage flickered through him again, just as it had at his parent's, and just as it had in his dream. He ordered the flames to stop. He told them to not burn so hot or high. He quashed their urge to grow and spread, drawing them up into him. They would work for him now. They would live as he told them to, grow as he desired. They were a part of his soul now.
Sandra huddled onto the center of the bed, the only spot not charred in the entire room. Wayne grabbed her bag and slung it over his shoulder. He reached through the curtain of flame, lifting Sandra as a groom would a bride, and strode out of the motel to the car. Lowering her into the passenger seat he gently kissed the top of her head before closing the door. Sandra watched as he walked around the car to the driver's side, a little smoke still streaming from his hair. He sat with a grunt and stared through the windshield at the gaping hole of their room.
They sat there for a brief moment, considering all that had happened. Finally Wayne started the car, and reversing said "I'm thirsty." Pulling into a Quick-e-stop they quickly got out of the car and bought the store out of water. Wayne drank about six "Big Jug-a-lugs" before he would even talk to Sandra.
"We are going to Florida," he smiled at Sandra, "I have a queasy feeling in my stomach."
Wayne honked the horn as they crossed the state line, a tradition from childhood he couldn't seem to grow out of. The feeling of nausea seemed to decrees the closer they got to their goal.
They switched drivers, stopping only when needed and sleeping in shifts as the other drove. They pulled into the city of Jacksonville while Vanilla Ice played ironically on the radio. Wayne's directional feeling was getting sharper as the drove through the morning traffic, dodging motorists and bicyclists alike.
"Hey, I think this is the city. Pull over and let me drive. I don't think it'll be long now."
Sandra complied with Wayne's request, pulling over at a nearby park.
Stretching a little, Sandra was glad to be out of the stuffy car and into the nice Florida weather.
"What do you plan on doing once we find the next link?
Wayne thought for a moment.
"I don't know for sure. I was sort of hoping it would eventually come to me on the trip, but it never did. Do you think we should spy on them, like you did with me?
"Of course, it's not like your doing this alone, I'm in this too. I just want some answers."
Sandra quit stretching and reluctantly got back into the car.
"Let's just get this over with."
Wayne couldn't agree more. He was tired of driving around in his crappy Neon. For sure, when this was all over, he was going shopping for a new car.
He drove slowly through the city, heading south. The directional sense in his stomach turned sharply to pain when he changed lanes to avoid a slowing car. Grimacing with pain he returned to the right hand lane and the clamp on his stomach eased.
It was through trial and pain filled error that they finally pulled in front of a small house with toys littered in the yard and an expensive looking BMW parked on the curb.
With the vices finally releasing his stomach, Wayne knew they had reached their destination, but they weren't the only ones.
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Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-10-04 12:10:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by VileSin (user info) at 2006-09-28 08:15:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Where is Bart, anyway? His dinner's getting all cold and eaten.
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Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-09-27 23:52:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
not bad. definitely worth reading.
sorry this hasn't gotten more reviews though. apparently ubermadness sucks the life out of everything else.
Submitted by Gingerly (user info) at 2006-09-27 15:34:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I didn't read the other few but the writing is good enough here to warrant a +2.