Andrew Picket
#28

Today is not going to be any different; pushing our powers to the max until one of us gets hurt or severely damaged. And of course, I have to go against Lindsey Marking, one of the most powerful people here. The thing is, Lindsey Marking is one of the most attractive woman out here, maybe even better looking than Jess, which is saying a lot!

Lindsey has white blonde hair that looks beautiful especially when the light hits it. The light showcases her blood red hairs. Her blue eyes twinkle whenever she feels powerful. Her skinny waist but slight curves highlight her icy demeanor. She is gorgeous, and I have fallen for her.

"Lindsey, please go and step up to the line. You have a torch to the right of you," Lindsey's caretaker announces. Lindsey causally walks up to the red tape, a cocky jump in her step. "Take your fire." Lindsey obeys, and the fire flies from the torch and into Lindsey's open palm.  The fire minimizes into a small, dwindling flame.  It moves cautiously, with intention; most likely because Lindsey is trying to conserve her strength.

          "Andrew, please go and step up to the line,"  my caretaker says, finally speaking.  I try and mimic Lindsey's cocky vibe,  but end of failing as I was too slow walking to the tape.  I raise my eyebrows, challenging Lindsey.  Her lips become pressed into a thin smile. 

          "Lindsey please work on conjuring your flame out of thin air.  Andrew please work on creating a zero gravity on her, but a normal gravity on you.  You may begin,"  my caretaker declares.  This is when it all begins.

          Lindsey steps back, fire following her with a purpose, an intent to kill.  Her flame maximizes and circles around her.  Lindsey closes her eyes and tilts her head back.  A blood red cascades down her hair, turning her innocent white blonde hair into a threatening rose red look.  She tilts her head forward, staring crimson red eyes back at mine. 

          "Are you ready?"  She asks, now raising her eyebrows at me, challenging me.

"I was about to ask you the same thing, sweetie," I smirk. Lindsey just laughs, a high pitch sound harmful to the ears. She is done being nice.

She forms a fraction of her flame into ninja stars, or shurikens. They hover in the air for a fraction of a second before hurtling my way. I dodge the first five, but get slammed with the next dozen. The flame burns my skin in cuts. I feel as if hundreds and thousands of tiny bees are stinging my skin. I am not playing games anymore, not with her.

"Is that all ya got, sweetie?" I ask, pushing her further, but she waits. Probably for my attack. I'm going to get my goal accomplished first, so I don't have to deal with it later in the battle. I create a zero gravity atmosphere on her, and normal gravity on me. Lindsey rises, loosing her confident footing. She looks frightened; for she is in foreign territory now, my territory.

"Come on!" I say "I know you got more in you." I smile. She rolls her eyes, lazily and unconsciously throwing all of her fire at me. I use my gravity skills and push up and down on the flame, causing it to dwindle out. She has no flame now.

"Sorry, sweetie. But it's all in the game of love and war," I laugh at her. She growls in return. She growls, hungry and loud; like a hungry lion ready to pounce. She clenches her fists shut and squeezes her eyes closed. Lindsey roars, opening her eyes, and fire pulses on her skin. She created fire out of nothing. It rests and breathes on her skin, like a mother and child. However, it's different. The fire is her itself.

The fire hungers for blood as it hurtles my way. The flames diminish as they come my way, but there is so much fire, there is no counted amount, it has no end. The fire burns my skin, charring it. I scream in agony. I float myself up to the ceiling using my powers, but it is no use, I am dying. The fire is unrelenting. I will die if this continues.

To conserve as much life as I have as possible, I release my gravity. I fall through the air like a sack of potatoes. My body hits the ground hard. Curling myself up in the fetal position, I await the worst.

After ten long seconds of waiting, I feel nothing, so I open my eyes and look at Lindsey. However, she is not the same as before. I get to see the transformation.

Her blood color hair changes back to its original color as the blood color climbs back up the hair into nothingness. The rose red in her eyes retract, and now she is who she was before.

"Andrew?" She asks, voice soft and high. Her eyes turn wide as she looks me up and down. She sees my charred flesh and open wounds. Her eyes fall on what her flame did to me.

"Lindsey?" I ask, hoping she realizes that this isn't her fault, but I'm too late.

Voice full of tears and sadness she speaks. "Andrew, Andrew. I'm so sorry. Andrew," her voice softens on my name. She raises a hand to her mouth to stuff an upcoming gasp. Tears brim on her eyelids, terrified of what she had done. One tear falls down the side of her cheek, lone and free. That's when she ran to my side.

"It's okay," I huff, breathing heavy from the wounds. The pain runs up and down the length of my legs and the pain in my arms increases. The pain tears at my eyes, pulling them to a shut. My body and limbs sag as Lindsey takes me into her arms. Out of guilt, out of consideration, or out of love, she took care of me as I fell into a sleep that I didn't know I would wake from.