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120_minutenFandom: original - WRATH
Rating: P18
Team: Greif
Prompt: Angst - in Flammen - für mich
Warnungen: death mention, fire (nobody dies)
Länge: 585
Zeit: ca. 30
A/N: Vielleicht sollte ich langsam tatsächlich mal anfangen, die vorherigen Kapitel zu verlinken… Anyway: Alles, was WRATH obendrüber stehen hat, folgt lose aufeinander. Ich hoffe aber, man versteht die einzelnen Beiträge auch kontextlos…
The second they smelled the smoke Wires knew something had gone terribly, horribly wrong.
It was just another average day and everyone was miserable. Yuliya had stopped talking to anyone unless absolutely necessary, Reyhan was furiously scribbling into her notes like her life depended on it, Niko was cleaning his car for what felt like the fifteenth time this week, and Rin was nowhere to be found. Diego’s death had changed them. For the worse, Wires feared.
They slowly wheeled through the garage to their usual spot, usually tinkering with an old car nobody drove (or fixing one of their friends’ cars when necessary), not greeting anyone and not being greeted in return.
They couldn’t shake off the feeling that the wound amongst them all wouldn’t heal with time alone.
—————
The smell of burning rubber was so sudden and so overwhelming that Wires felt like they were about to pass out from it. Within seconds they had hit the emergency open door button and the huge garage door rolled up - it felt way too slow for the situation, but, well, the door didn’t know about the fire after all. Seconds felt like minutes until Wires was able to get out and take a breath of fresh air, heart beating in their ears.
Only the air wasn’t fresh.
Wires found themselves in a cloud of black smoke, even more intense now, surrounding them, making it hard to breathe and see. They coughed, then again and again, their lungs burning, until someone - Reyhan? - yelled: “I’m here! Wires!”, continued to grab their wheelchair’s handles and brought them to safety.
Wires would have thanked her, but they still had trouble breathing.
It took another minute or two until the burning in their lungs went down a bit and they felt able to open their eyes again.
And there it was.
Yuliya’s pride and joy, her matte blue 2016 Lada Vesta, was almost unrecognizable. Flames were bursting out of the shattered windows, the seats already reduced to coal and ash, a huge black pillar of smoke reaching up high into the sky.
“Fuck”, Wires whispered.
Yuliya was next to them, in obvious shock, all silent. Almost not blinking. Wires could only imagine what she felt like right now.
Niko was there, hands over his mouth, then folded on top of his head, then he gestured to no one and nothing in particular, then the hands were back over his mouth. Helplessness.
Reyhan was sitting on the curb, her notes in front of her, like she didn’t just pull Wires out of the smoke. Still focused, like nothing had happened. Was she writing or drawing? Wires couldn’t tell the difference.
And next to her was Rin. Not angry, not shocked, just… nothing. No emotion.
Something was terribly, horribly wrong.
Wires coughed again and spat an undefined black clump of… something onto the sidewalk, then turned their head.
“Rin, what the fuck is going on?”
Rin didn’t answer at first, only crossed his arms without acknowledging Wires in the slightest.
“Rin!”, they tried again. No way Rin didn’t know what this meant. What had happened. Who had done this.
Rin sighed. His face had become so cold, so frozen, so distant, so unlike the Rin they had known for so long. Secretive? Innocent? Just broken, depressed? At fault?
Rin’s voice was as sharp as a knife, and his words hit like one, too: “Keep yourself out of this, Wires. Or I can’t guarantee you’ll be around to see the end of it.”
Rating: P18
Team: Greif
Prompt: Angst - in Flammen - für mich
Warnungen: death mention, fire (nobody dies)
Länge: 585
Zeit: ca. 30
A/N: Vielleicht sollte ich langsam tatsächlich mal anfangen, die vorherigen Kapitel zu verlinken… Anyway: Alles, was WRATH obendrüber stehen hat, folgt lose aufeinander. Ich hoffe aber, man versteht die einzelnen Beiträge auch kontextlos…
The second they smelled the smoke Wires knew something had gone terribly, horribly wrong.
It was just another average day and everyone was miserable. Yuliya had stopped talking to anyone unless absolutely necessary, Reyhan was furiously scribbling into her notes like her life depended on it, Niko was cleaning his car for what felt like the fifteenth time this week, and Rin was nowhere to be found. Diego’s death had changed them. For the worse, Wires feared.
They slowly wheeled through the garage to their usual spot, usually tinkering with an old car nobody drove (or fixing one of their friends’ cars when necessary), not greeting anyone and not being greeted in return.
They couldn’t shake off the feeling that the wound amongst them all wouldn’t heal with time alone.
—————
The smell of burning rubber was so sudden and so overwhelming that Wires felt like they were about to pass out from it. Within seconds they had hit the emergency open door button and the huge garage door rolled up - it felt way too slow for the situation, but, well, the door didn’t know about the fire after all. Seconds felt like minutes until Wires was able to get out and take a breath of fresh air, heart beating in their ears.
Only the air wasn’t fresh.
Wires found themselves in a cloud of black smoke, even more intense now, surrounding them, making it hard to breathe and see. They coughed, then again and again, their lungs burning, until someone - Reyhan? - yelled: “I’m here! Wires!”, continued to grab their wheelchair’s handles and brought them to safety.
Wires would have thanked her, but they still had trouble breathing.
It took another minute or two until the burning in their lungs went down a bit and they felt able to open their eyes again.
And there it was.
Yuliya’s pride and joy, her matte blue 2016 Lada Vesta, was almost unrecognizable. Flames were bursting out of the shattered windows, the seats already reduced to coal and ash, a huge black pillar of smoke reaching up high into the sky.
“Fuck”, Wires whispered.
Yuliya was next to them, in obvious shock, all silent. Almost not blinking. Wires could only imagine what she felt like right now.
Niko was there, hands over his mouth, then folded on top of his head, then he gestured to no one and nothing in particular, then the hands were back over his mouth. Helplessness.
Reyhan was sitting on the curb, her notes in front of her, like she didn’t just pull Wires out of the smoke. Still focused, like nothing had happened. Was she writing or drawing? Wires couldn’t tell the difference.
And next to her was Rin. Not angry, not shocked, just… nothing. No emotion.
Something was terribly, horribly wrong.
Wires coughed again and spat an undefined black clump of… something onto the sidewalk, then turned their head.
“Rin, what the fuck is going on?”
Rin didn’t answer at first, only crossed his arms without acknowledging Wires in the slightest.
“Rin!”, they tried again. No way Rin didn’t know what this meant. What had happened. Who had done this.
Rin sighed. His face had become so cold, so frozen, so distant, so unlike the Rin they had known for so long. Secretive? Innocent? Just broken, depressed? At fault?
Rin’s voice was as sharp as a knife, and his words hit like one, too: “Keep yourself out of this, Wires. Or I can’t guarantee you’ll be around to see the end of it.”
