And it burns.

[notintehkitchen]

[Action//Accidental Video]

The demon behind the young woman had broken free from the bonds. What once was a girl with self-control despite suffering a mental illness, it looked like someone like her could only last so long before they snapped.

She was revealed, exposed for who she truly was.

Yes, a filthy arsonist suited her just fine. It wasn't a bad name. As her flamethrower spread flames over the shops and homes around Paradise she savored the screams and pain of those who suffered.

It was all her fault. As a Pyro, this is what she was. Who had she been before that? Who was Momo? Was Momo really her? No. Momo was someone else inside of her that tried to stop her from having fun. The life she was supposed to live, this was it. This is why she existed. When she ceased to walk on these lands, she would find herself in hell. Satan would have her as his right-hand man and she'd perform the duties of making people feel eternal suffering.

There was a human inside of her. The body she was given must of been fake. No human should of been able to have the tolerance to fire as she had, nor would they get off on it like she did. She had always been a freak, from the moment she found out she could snap her fingers and qualify as her own lighter, she knew she was different.

Her footsteps were strong and prideful. There was no reason to be ashamed. The fact she was alive was proof of that. If she had no purpose, she wouldn't be here.

Through the pops and cracks of the flames roasting on wood, she thought she could hear a voice. Someone--something was calling her.

It's okay, Pyro. It's okay.

((OOC: Phone is being held be Jell-O. Yes, he is enjoying what his mother is doing and showing everyone.))

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Sniper wanted to follow after her, to either stop her from dying or to make sure they faced the end together; however, the flames grew before his eyes, more collapsing debris creating a burning wall between them. He snorted angrily as it held him back, his own reservations no longer the leash around his neck keeping him from her. She hadn't needed to be embarrassed over her confession; her dream so closely reflected ones he had yet to admit he had himself.

He paced, remembering he had promised he wouldn't leave her alone again. Maybe he was more like a dog than he believed, he thought bitterly, still trying to find a way to scale the fiery mess that now stood between him and her. He'd been ready to follow her to the death, to face all dangers out of some sense of loyalty he'd thought long-dead in him. It wasn't much different from the puppy he'd told to stay behind in the forest, a dog who would have followed his master into the burning city without a second thought.

There was another crash beyond the wall of debris; the high-pitched squeal of Pyro's pet blob was nearly lost amidst the crackling of fire all around, the creaking of buildings a cacophony as they strained to stay upright, their legs burned beneath them. RED was on the alert in an instant, calling her name, but his voice was lost within the mask bound to his head.

With no way over the structure that separated them, he turned around, trying to find an exit. Fire surrounded him in all directions, spilling from every alley, crawling along the fallen planks and chunks of buildings that littered the ground. A thin corridor between two skyscrapers held the least fire, but the passage was quickly becoming as hopeless as every other route- he had to move.

His feet pushed him forward of their own accord, the need to find her now what drove him. He held his limbs close to himself as he tore through the fire, leaping over what he could of it before landing on the other side; he rolled upon landing, smothering some burning on his back. Another window cracked and shattered- the mask protected his face as he pressed onward, each step bringing him closer to the end of the alley, closer to getting around the wall, closer to her.

It didn't matter in the end as one building's supports broke, sending it crashing into its neighbor, two structures momentarily one before they both started crumbling, sending pieces of one another plummeting to the ground. The rubble acted as a saving grace, smothering the fire building around him; however, it also trapped him in the alley, falling wood and bricks landing atop him and on all sides.

And still, he continued to fight. A beam hit him sharply in the back from behind, another chunk of brash landing against his head; the mask, while it protected him from the smoke, offered little against the crumbling structures. Strength welled in him, born from pure determination, allowing him to shove aside the mess that would have held him prisoner otherwise- he stumbled from the passage, clear of the mess, the flames having hardly reached that side of the block. He was safe for the moment- he took that time to reevaluate the situation, still looking for a way to her.

His vision blurred sharply, his feet no longer moving with the fervor they had before as he felt blood run down his face, pooling at the bottom of the mask. Reaching for the back, his fingers fumbled with the laces, unable to untie them with how his hands were shaking. Adrenaline had worn him thin, leaving him with nothing when he was the one in danger. And yet, he still thought only of her, and tried to move.

It was to no avail, his body unsteady. He shook his head, but it only made things worse, the world still spinning beneath him even when he stopped. Down he went again, this time into the darkness that came with lost consciousness.