Can You Feel the Fire? (Heat Man)

Heat Man's short story. It's pretty dark.

Heat man stood in the depths of robot hell, his lair and home waiting for Mega Man to arrive. All though to the curious and wondering outside world may see him as alone, in fact he was not. The voices in his head were calling to him, commanding him to take down Mega Man. Heat man had made a promise to them, his inner self. The days were long and fiery, the hot humid air surrounding and constricting those who trespassed; this air really seemed to have thoughts of its own and a soul, with bitter and dark emotions Heat Man was resistant to the heat like it was nothing, in fact he wouldn’t be happy with a temperature any colder than this.

Heat Man had dark and twisted thoughts to some, but to him they were meaningful and necessary. He would sit back and watch the cities he had set on fire light up the night, transforming the peaceful and dull ebony black nights into chaotic moments of burning, pain and suffering as the gushes of fire took cities crashing to the ground, with colours from ruby red into an electrifying yellow. A day’s work well done with each cities fall, the people screaming and dying in pain of his power, their souls and ashes being the only remains, but these remains soon disappeared along with the cities.

With long nights of burning hellfire, Heat man never seemed to get bored of the dark, fiery destruction. Smoke and rust were the smell of victory to him, that taste of magma and ash that spitted of the fire. It never got old. One day, he would watch the whole world burn at his mercy. The fires always burned up burn up, like the eternal inferno of rage that resided in the depth of someone’s emotions. What he did expressed him, the rage deep in the fire. Nobody dared to stand up to him, for they knew death would surely fall upon them with the ease of a triggered avalanche. It wouldn’t be a fight, but it would be a slaughter from the pure evils of the hottest flames.

“I will crush Mega Man’s fight for justice, if it’s the last thing I do. He is the hero, I am the fire. This is the meltdown of his desire, his fight for justice is about to turn into ashes. Much like the destruction I wreak…” he laughed to himself menacingly.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Castonovia]

Wow, creeeeepy... chaotic personality. Definitely felt his desire in the fire to destroy, emotional piece indeed. Since he is Heat Man it's a nice touch how you used so many flame words to describe the atmosphere, him, and so on. Well penned write indeed!!! :)