Am I Dead Yet? [Eviee, Matt]

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"FIRE"

That one word sent everything into a spiral of panic. Smoke made the air heavy, and threated to choke the life out out of anyone it could. The sheer heat of the flames made Nyx's stormy eyes water and sting. Escaping the blaze was the only thought running through her mind. Although, a strange part of her found the flames as a thing of beauty, tongues of reds, yellow, and orange devouring all in their path. Nothing stood in its way, and that was something a career like Nyx longed for. She wanted to be like fire, burning everyone who got too close to her. Except Paisley... The thought repulsed Nyx, but she knew it was true, she'd developed some special feelings for the young girl. Apparently her first marriage had turned her off of men forever, or maybe she never really did like men to begin with. Feelings that would be highly frowned upon by the rest of society, but since when did Nyx give a damn about society? As twenty-two year old widow she'd long since stopped caring about anyone's opinion. Poor Paisley probably wouldn't know what to make of Nyx's strange behavior, granted the girl was pretty strange herself. The way she acted after she saw Rebecca hanging was so calm, so cold, it was so perfectly career. A crooked smirk twisted itself onto Nyx's pale lips.

On the ground I lay motionless in pain
I can see my life flashing before my eyes
Dead I fall asleep, is this all a dream
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare

A hacking cough burst from Nyx's throat and she remember the blaze that danced its way toward her. In the back of her mind she contemplated throwing herself into it, but that was the coward's way out, so instead she bolted toward the nearest source of daylight peaking its pale head through the crack of an opening door. It took mere moments for the strong ex-career to make it to the door, shoving past anyone who got in her way. If you're strong you live, if you're weak, you die. With a mighty effort Nyx smashed through the door, bursting out into the light of day, clean air soothed the burning of her lungs. She distanced herself a good bit from the burning building, watching in awe. It wouldn't be long before the frame was burnt to the point the whole damn thing would come tumbling down on whoever was left inside. There would be no survivors once the structure went, they'd be buried alive in ash and debris, their grave made by the once grand hall. Bodies would be turned into ash, their would be nothing but bones, if that, to return to the devastated families. My father wouldn't care, my mother would care... I'm a career no more, I have no children, no husband, my usefulness to them is no more. Deep blue eyes looked around at all the frightened people who had managed to escape with their lives, lucky ducks, but someone was missing...

On this bed I lay, losing everything
I can see my life passing me by
Was it all too much or just not enough
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare

"Paisley? Pais? Damn it kid, where are you!? Nyx's voice was the shriek of a banshee as a sense of panic took over her. She could not spot her new friend anywhere, that meant she had to be inside the building, that of course could fall at any minute. The career in Nyx said let her die, she's too weak to live. But that other side, that side with a gentle fondness willed her to in and find Pais, after all she had nothing left to loose. Dying in a fire would be an appropiate way to go for someone like herself, burning to death in hell on earth with the screams of others dying all around her. I wouldn't deserve any better... With a last deep breath of outside air Nyx rushed back into the blazing hall. The thick blanket of smoke made it nearly impossible to see. Getting down on all fours was the only way Nyx could keep from choking before she found what she was looking for. The sounds of debris falling, and people screaming were all tuned out as she listened for one voice. All she needed to hear was the girl's voice, then she'd have a chance to fine her in this mess. "Damn it Paisley! If you can hear me make some sort of noise!"

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying