| Fan Fiction |
by th1rd3ye
Ron gasped, covering his eyes with his bare dry hands.
The heat is excruciating.
The light is blinding.
Ron feels as his whole organs are burning on fire, his skin drying up and peeling away, he could only shut his eyes shut as he could not even manage a squint. This chain of unexpected turmoil was getting out of control, out of Ron’s tolerance. Ron widened his mouth to let out a loud scream of anger, but what came out was just a croaked whimper of anguish.
“What is exactly happening here?” Ron thought helplessly.
“MUAHAHAHAHAHA!” a sinister laugh reverberated.
“Who are you?” Ron used all his strength to ask. Suddenly, Ron managed to let out a piercing scream which could even reach Leila’s ears. Leila prayed hard and her eyelids could not stop fluttering as emotions overwhelmed her. Ron has been the one who showed her what love and affection are all about. She is definitely no ready to let him leave, not without letting her share more affection and memories with him.
“Ron, hang on, please. You can do it. I am waiting for your return.” Leila murmured with much hope.
Ron could see his birthmark on his floor. Somebody has just peeled it off from his body. It hurt terribly; the pain was simply beyond words. Ron finally could open his eyes. Now, Ron was no longer the previous Ron. His eyes were flaring red, his whole body exuding an aura of menace and his whole body seems to be giving out extreme heat. His wound was bleeding profusely, his blood seemingly enshrouding the space he is in.
Images flitted in his mind. Red bloody images. Images of people being burnt to death. Images of all natural beauty destroyed by a large, uncontrollable fire. Images of a whole planet on flames. Images of himself laughing at the death of many beings with that fire. Images of him with a triumphant smile at these victories.
Ron could not help but feel that someone is controlling his mind. A sense of confidence and pride surged into his body, satisfaction coursed through his veins as those images keep replaying themselves.
To Ron, it feels like he is the one meant to be the ruler of Flames, the one to make full use of his powers to destroy all the people on Flames, and the destined king who is tyrannical and domineering. In his mind, someone was planting such a message that if he could destroy everything on Flames, then he would be able to get all that he wants.
However, at the same time, Ron feels a force pulling him away from all these triumphant feelings at the sight of the many deaths if he really exerts all his powers. One image is fighting to reach his mind.
That someone controlling him was also trying very hard to resist that image; that someone was using all his might and strength to prevent the image. In Ron’s ears, he could hear a buzzing sound.
“Ron…Ron…”
Ron thought he could hear someone calling him. The voice sounded familiar and worried. Someone was worrying for him.
“Come on, use all your powers. You can get all you want; you can create your own new world! I can help you to unleash your deepest hidden potential and powers. With my help, you will be invincible. You can help me get out of this Red Stone too. I will be unleashed too!” a menacing voice hissed in his ears.
Ron blinked several times.
The forbidden image was nearing as the owner of the menacing voice has accidentally let down his defense upon forcing his words on Ron.
That particular image was Leila.
Leila, the woman he loves deeply, is waiting for his safe return with all the people of Flames. All of them are suffering due to the intense heat but yet they stood there, with unwavering hope and determination, to overcome this heat and waiting for Ron’s return. Ron is their savior, their only hope.
“Ron, hang on, please. You can do it. I am waiting for your return.” Leila’s prayer could finally be heard.
It soon became clear. Ron has made his choice.
Ron once again let out a piercing scream as he uses his bare hands to attack the Demonic Red Stone and the coffin itself. He seems to transform into a maniac who keeps sending punches and flying kicks onto these two objects, His powers grow with each moment passing by, his powers encounter the evil forces of the previous king. Ron is not going to give up, for himself, for the people of Flames and for his love, Leila.
“AHHHHHH!” Ron moaned and he thought he saw himself exploding together with the Red Coffin and the Demonic Red Stone. A smile spreads across his smile.
“Finally.” Ron whispered victoriously, falling deeper and deeper into the abyss of darkness.
Ron wakes up, feeling something was on his chest. He opened his eyes to see Leila lying on him. She was resting.
Ron unknowingly smiled and then stretched his hand to caress Leila’s hair. Then, a thought struck him.
“I AM ALIVE?!” Ron thought loudly, awakening Leila.
“Ron!” Leila hugs Ron, once again, surprising Ron.
After a brief conversation between them, Leila led Ron out. Deafening applause cause Ron to hear a slight buzzing sound in his ears. He barely believes his sight. Flames has been converted into a beautiful planet, with all the green leafy trees growing tall, the colourful flowers blooming, as if smiling at him, the dry soil has now transformed into fertile land for farming.
All the people of Flames have their wide grins on their faces; all of them are wearing flamboyant-coloured clothings and shoes. The unbearable heat has dissipated, welcoming the new cool breezes and the warmth of a gentle morning sun.
A new Flames ha emerged.
As if in a dream, Ron received kisses, hugs and many words of appreciation and gratitude from all the people of Flames. Through the bits and pieces that he could actually remember, he managed to piece it out that Leila, with her powers, has helped to create the cooling breezes; while Michelle, using her powers, has managed to change the old withering landscape of Flames into such a strikingly picturesque landscape of Flames. Raymond impressively has used his strength and relations with the people on Ice to gather the clothings and shoes needed.
With the people of Flames following behind him and Crimson leading him, Ron could see that proper houses for the people have been built. The houses are made of strong material and are very safe and stable for people to live in. Relief overwhelmed Ron.
Crimson then took out something from his pocket and passed it to Ron.
“This belongs to you.” Crimson’s grim smile appears.
Ron scrutinized the object. It was a red stone which no longer shines and emits heat; it was a red stone with his birthmark engrossed on it; it was a red stone to remind him of his victory and his powers and all that he has done for Flames and love. Ron mumbled a “Thanks” to Crimson and embraces the red stone. He commanded his powers and tries to burn a hole through it. However, the red stone is still able to withstand strong heat.
Raymond then laughs and uses a tool to drill a hole through the red stone, pull a red string across it, and then passes the necklace to Ron. Ron smiles at the understanding Raymond and gives Raymond a pat on his back. Leila helps Ron to put it on.
Ron could feel the strength and confidence coursing through his veins.
A new adventure awaits the four as they are about to step onto the last planet, full of mystery and truth, Dark Oracles.
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END OF FLAMES. READ N COMMENTS PLEASE. TMR IS GOOD FRIDAY! (; LOLS.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JONG HYUN OF SHINee! IT WAS HIS BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY!
WOOS! I LOVE SHINee(;
N err. Winglin is not letting me create another fanfic. So I shall try to complete this first before posting the other fanfic. (;
BYE. LOVE ALL WHO READS THIS FANFIC. :D
SMILES ALWAYS,
th1rd3ye