Kitty~ <3 [Complete]
Characters: Alphonse, Courtney, various ghosts
Setting: Starting in the grand room, moving through the dining room and into the kitchen, back through the grand room...
Time: Middle of the night
Summary: Alphonse finds a kitty! Also ow.
Warnings: ...cat lover obsessing? And ow.
( Kiiiitty~ )
Setting: Starting in the grand room, moving through the dining room and into the kitchen, back through the grand room...
Time: Middle of the night
Summary: Alphonse finds a kitty! Also ow.
Warnings: ...cat lover obsessing? And ow.
( Kiiiitty~ )
He pulled away from the fridge, an apple in hand, turning his attention to the object in question - before the cabinet door swung open, and something started crawling out like that - and Alphonse was completely overcome with terror, suddenly wishing he had stayed with his brother, where he would certainly have been safe from...from...this.
The blackened, humanoid shape scared him, that was for sure - and something seemed almost familiar about it, though not quite.
But it wasn't after him - even as the voice did make him still for a moment, he realized it wasn't aimed at him, but rather at his sole living companion for the moment.
"Courtney!" he shouted, uselessly, as if she needed another warning - but his next action was less useless, even if it had its drawbacks, too. He stepped quickly forward, reaching to grab and pull Courtney back harshly, moving forward regardless of how she was reacting, and despite his own fear.
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This, however, was a much different occasion. Maybe it was the way Allison reacted, the thirteen year old feeling the tingling sensation on her arm as the ghost tried to grab her, the fear on her expression. And then the cabinet door swung open, and it crawled out... a burning, blackened figure with terrible eyes. As it turned its head, looking straight at her, she heard the thing speaking to her, telling her not to move. She felt paralyzed, rooted to the spot in shock. Her mind froze, her skin feeling the heat emanating off the man's hands as he reached towards her...
And then she felt yanked backwards, physically jolted to her senses. Alphonse had grabbed her... had probably even saved her, but there was no time to think about that, or even thank him. The man was coming towards them both, now. Pushing herself out of his arms, she used her brain now, bringing to mind all of the cantrips she had learned in the past, the ones that didn't need spell components. Working with quick memory and reaction time, she pointed at the floor directly below the man.
"Grease," she intoned, her voice sounding dark and otherworldly. Assuming the spell was done right, the floor beneath the burning man would soon get very, very slippery.
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The spell had indeed worked right, despite the heat of the moment; the floor was slick and glistening with grease under the creature's feet. There was a quiet hiss, the smell of sizzling fat, and he skated forward, off-balance; the grease flared up into an abrupt pool of flames as he went. Nonetheless, he surged towards them--though whether that was his own doing, or the momentum and slipperyness carrying him forward, it was hard to say--, snatching at both Courtney and Alphonse now with a burning touch. "This will only hurt for a minute." He insisted, ironically the way a doctor might before giving someone a flu shot. A little suffering for a greater good....
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But he told his mind to stop questioning it fairly quickly, and snapped back out of it - there were more important things to worry about.
He was still scared, though, like most twelve year olds would be, in this situation. But he had to act - to do something. The flames were hot, and that thing was coming toward them - flames and heat and burning coming at them.
His first act was to spin, trying to shove Courtney away, toward the door - the little girl's ghost was making it obvious that that was where she wanted them to go. He had to get his friend out of trouble first, after all, right? He spun after giving her that shove, slamming his hands together, and bringing them down quickly to the floor. He wasn't concentrating enough, so failure wouldn't be a surprise - perhaps to him, at first, but he didn't even realize just how panicked he was - but he would at least attempt. Perhaps if he could push the flames back, toward that burnt man, they could get an extra moment or two...
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Grabbing a metal pot on top of the oven burners, she spun the tap for cold water, filling it all the way up. As she did, she held a hand over it, using a minor spell to make the water icy cold. Checking to make sure the pot was a little more than halfway filled (and not so heavy that she'd have to use two hands), she yelled towards her rescuer and younger charge. "Alphonse! DUCK!" Assuming he did, she chucked the icy cold water towards the creature's head and chest area, before grabbing the Elric's shirt collar and pulling him towards the exit into the dining room.
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Rather than a full-out attack, then, his fingers raked across Al's face as they slipped with one hand, the other snatching at the front of his jacket, igniting it. The burning touch wouldn't be pleasant, no doubt, but Courtney's quick thinking had quite probably saved his life. Even though he seemed unharmed by the water, he still had to regain his footing on the burning grease, and come after them again through the thick haze of steam hanging in the kitchen air--it would give them a few moments. Enough, perhaps, to get out of the kitchen before he could reach them.
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"Duck!"
The shout from his friend, though, began to snap him out of it - he was still low to the ground, from the alchemy, and tried to move further out of the way -
Only to scream out in pain, tears instantly building in his eyes, as burning fingers raked across his face and his jacket - obviously not their original target. The sense of heat and burning lit up across his features, while a dull, numbing sensation was present in others. His right hand tried to shoot up toward his face, but he quickly recoiled - a combination of the pain, and feeling the heat from the flames on his jacket licking at his finger tips.
He didn't have much time, though, to contemplate what was happening, how Courtney had saved him, or to figure out the pain...he just felt himself being grabbed, and yanked away from the mess, through the hot steam, irritating the burns even more...and hopefully safely out.
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As she got away from the burning monster, the heartbeat noise lessened in her eardrums. She could hear noises from Al, and she grimaced as if she was feeling his pain. It was hard not to feel like she had gone through everything like an idiot... she should have known why Allison was shying away from hot things. Why didn't she think? Just as well that they didn't turn on the oven, or the burners.
Heat... that monster is summoned by heat. Even something like a toaster... the thirteen year old felt sick. She could still hear its words in her head, like a kindly doctor. And it wasn't far behind them now, she was sure. Not waiting to see if Allison was with them or not, Courtney ran towards the East Gallery, dodging past the piano, driven by a powerful need to get as far away from the kitchen as possible.
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