Noelle - Day 290 (RMS!!)

Hi!
It's Noelle, the artsy fantabulous incredibly awesome go team cap hilarious blogger.  And yes, that is my description of myself.  Go team cap is totally an adjective.  Speaking of which, my one-and-only Civil War prep post is coming soon.  I think you'll like it (Marvel fan girl mwhahahaha)

Anyway, I realized I haven't posted RMS story parts in like, a long time.  I'm trying not to post those very often, hoping that maybe A) I'll learn to post actual posts and that B) I can finish book two before I post every single part.  I dunno why I hope these things, but I do.  Humor me.  Anyway, I figured that I should probably post some and give you some space between Marvel fangirling.

So...

The Survivors (Parts 33 & 34)

{since its been so long since my last post, here's a link to get you caught up}

“Is he safe?”  Jess muttered when Sam had returned.

He shrugged.  “I put him on Tony Stark’s porch at Avenger’s Tower.”

“Tony doesn’t have a porch...oh no you didn’t...you did.”

“Huh?”

Jess smacked her forehead and nearly tripped over a crate.  “Only Tasha has a porch.”

“Tasha as in...”

“Black Widow you idiot.”

“Oh...sorry.”

Jess rolled her eyes, exasperated.  “I can’t decide whether to go save him or just watch it on international news.  The poor guy won’t even remember how he got there!”  She stomped her boots on the floor.  Nothing happened.

“Um...your powers faulty or something, cuz nothing happened,” Sam commented, stating the obvious.

She grinned and calmly tied her hair up in a pony tail.  He stared at her, waiting.  Seconds ticked by.  Finally, she finished and sighed, “Don’t scream.”

And the floor promptly dropped out from under them.

Sam, of course, did scream, several octaves too high and right in Jess’s ear.  She considered smacking him, but thought better and made sure the tunnel bottom was soft enough for a nice landing.  The stone slid up under them like a drop slide and they landed in a pile in an underground room.

“Where are we?”  He said dazedly.

Jess hopped up and flicked at a battery-powered light attached to the ceiling.  It spluttered on and revealed a comfortable sized room, filled with packages and a pair of sleeping bags.  “Welcome to the...um...dragon cave?”

Sam thought about it...”No.”

“Then I don’t have a name for it.  We should be safe here for a few days at least, but probably no longer than a week.”

“What’s in these?”  Nova prodded at a package.

She shrugged.  “I think Astra brought that one down here.  I dunno.  Probably a set of stun guns.  We can worry about it tomorrow.  I'm exhausted."

*******

Flames.  The scalding flames.  I supposed to forget the pain, forget the stone, forget the past.  But the fire demands it; it screams for my revenge.  I killed them, it whispers, but who will be blamed?  Who will ruined?  The three little chess pieces, lined up to fall, that's who.

They can't be dead.  Not because of me.  They were good people, just trying to help other people.  But their shrieks have long-since stopped, the house collapsed in an angry inferno.

The flames are everywhere.  The heat is unbearable, the flames are licking me like hot dragon breath.  Fire blazes on my bare skin, I'm screaming and crying searching for the only people on this planet who could ever be my parents, all the time muttering, make it stop...make it stop...make it stop....

Sam woke abruptly.  The sleeping bag was much too hot, but what had woken him?  He shifted his head to see Jess, curled up on top of her sleeping bag.  She was muttering in her sleep and Sam felt a pang to his heart - although jumbled by sleep, she was repeating the same phrase over and over.  "Make it stop....make it stop....."

He smiled, drowsy, and curled up in the same way, his hand resting on top of hers.  He slipped back into sleep before he could even wonder what Jess was so scared of.