She Who's Touch Burns

'The Kiss', James Patterson competition about Forbiddon Love. 500 words limit.

She Who’s Touch Burns

 

A tear trickled down Kyra’s aching cheeks, the only sign of weakness from her stone face. Unwavering dead eyes stared at the young man in front of her as the tip of her tongue tasted the salty liquid with morbid curiosity. They were her first tears. Even as an infant, Kyra had remained hard and unmoved.  It wasn’t an uncommon factor of low-breed children in the last sector of Eynarlia. They were born hard and ready for the hell they were entering. They had to be. Each child that lived past the age of ten was considered a miracle. Pathetic.

But Alex wasn’t from the last sector of Eynarlia. No, he came from the Pinnacle. The very top of the five levels. Royalty. They didn’t understand the word danger. It almost made her laugh at how naïve and stupid she had been. Him? Loving her?

She had been used all along. What was more�" used by the son of the very man she had vowed to kill. How poetic.

The young woman blinked and another tear escaped from beneath her thick, long lashes. A smile curved her lips. It made Alex die a little inside. Cautiously he climbed up a few of the cracked steps towards the platform Kyra stood on.

“Kyra… I can explain. Please, I…” Alex fell quiet, realising just how futile his pathetic attempts were. I love you? How could he say that? He had betrayed her in every sense of the word. He had no right to talk to her of love. He had no right to talk to her at all.

“You’re not one of us,” came her low response. “You’re not part of the rebellion”

“I am. I swear! Please! And you’re not cursed, what you have is a gift!”

“How could you be? Your father murdered us all!” Alex flinched and fell silent. Not that Kyra would have given him a chance to talk. “And gift? What gift? This curse has marked me for death by your father! And who wants to be able to control fire? It only hurts the people I love!” Kyra’s brilliant burgundy hair flared out, crackling with static electricity.

After the war, the Sectors were created to create peace and order. However the damage of the bio-chemical bomb had done its damage. Some in the affected areas found themselves with powers while others weren’t so lucky. Sector five was the last stop until the Wall and the wastelands where the Others dwelled.

A bitter laugh tore through Kyra as she tried to control her emotions. “Damn you Alex for doing this to me.” She shook her head. The Tyrants son. She still couldn’t believe it. Of all people to steal her heart… They never stood a chance.

A hand brushed her damp cheek. “I’m with you, Kyra. I always will be. It can only be me…”

Only he could touch her fiery skin and heart.

Reviews

[Alexander Rodgers]

Very talented. I like how you took a complex scheme and made it understandable in a short story, and the love between the two. I can tell you let things flow the way they naturally do, and I respect that. Dialogue is good and your characters are believable, great work!

[emilytaylorinkie]

I'm glad you enjoyed it :)