Rickie D'Ath [D12] CBD // done

the madness of rickie d'ath

prologue

hot heads and searing thoughts

The heat is unbearable. Sweat is beading on my forehead, trickling down the temples of my forehead and down my thick neck. My brown hair is painted black from the moisture in the heavy air. A grin drips down my face, my black eyes bulge from the adrenaline rushing through me. I grab the hot metal chain with chalked hands and throw all my weight onto my back, swinging backwards and forwards like it's a playground ride. Hahah. I throw my head back and let out a scream, my eyes fixed on the movement of the chain. The bellows creak, opening and closing, fanning the flames inside the giant furnace.

At the arc of my swing I let go, falling forwards. I hit the ground and roll, running across the ceramic flooring to the mountain of coal opposite me. Hahehe. I yank a large shovel from a bucket of tools and drive it into the side of the black mound. My back aches and my head throbs, but I do not stop for a breather. I do not stop.

I pile the coal into the furnace, laughing wildly as the flames dance higher and higher. I drop the shovel and run back to the chain, jumping up and grabbing it with both hands, adding more air to the inferno. The heat cranks up and I scream with delight, dropping from the chain and letting my skin bubble and blister.

Am I mad? People have said that I am. Hahah. People have called me ill. I disagree, I'd say that I am inspired.

I'm not mad, ahaha, I'm not. I'm just dedicated, yeah, aha.

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