darkSpyro

Quote: Ezio

Raymond lifted his lip in an obvious snarl, his canines growing larger as he grew angrier. "My idea is at least going to help us find the culprit!" He was obviously speaking in rage, as his eyes grew brighter. "At least I'm trying to do something, instead of sitting around!" His volume got louder, but his tone got lower, more distorted. The pyro was seething at this point, some flames visible in his mouth. "If you're not going to do a god damn thing, I will!" He hit the boiling point.

((I don't know if you saw this post, Lun, so I'm just gonna quote it.))

Raymond kept his teeth bared when Shane turned away. People didn't hurt him, it was quite the opposite, because he's the one who hurt the people.

The last day of school his senior year, one of the football guys decided to play a trick on Raymond because of his social status in society; his parents was military, so they moved more often than so, and Ray was always the new kid. Raymond had a fear of snakes, because as a child, he was bitten by a diamondback rattle snake and almost died, so it struck fear in him. They tricked him, told him to meet them in one of the classrooms where they could talk about something Ray didn't quite catch. He aimlessly went and when he came to the room, they locked him in it, slipping snakes in through the window and shutting it after.

Raymond's eyes went wide, as he caught himself thinking about it, how his powers came in fear, and how he used a gaze on one of the boys, burning him as flames covered Raymond, giving him a ghastly appearance. He made his victim see his wrongs and caused him to repent almost. A roar came from Raymond when he dropped his first victim and turned to the others, lower jaw hanging down as he roared again. He was able to rip the door from its hinges and go after the others. No one tried to stop him, and he just took their lives, as if holding a magnifying glass over an ant hill.

Freeze could still see this vividly as if it was happening again to him, as he sucked the life from them. His hands closed into fists, he could feel himself cooling down until his vision unclouded from his rage. He didn't notice the wreckage, until it reminded him of his last home. He had gone through this before, when spring came and it was tornado damage. People lost homes, livelihoods, and more. Raymond froze, as he saw how close it was. He gone through this before, and he still was freezing up. A twenty three year old, stuck frozen as if paralyzed in fear. It was an exact replica of his last experience with damage like this. He couldn't do a thing, like he couldn't back as a fifteen year old who lost his father to this. Soldiers experienced this when in combat, PTSD, they called it and it just seems like Ray was experiencing it.

When Nathan approached Raymond, the pyro nodded once. It had been the same routine, if he froze like this and was asked if he was okay, it was just a simple nod. No words, no other response. He didn't feel comfortable speaking, as he felt his throat close up as if the life was being sucked from him.

Conceal, don't feel. Let it go, Ray. he kept repeating to himself mentally, as he turned his gaze away from the damage, and just started walking. He needed to go, and just have no one follow him.

((I have became quite adept at making people sad with my characters' backstories. I have only been doing angsty things since last year...))

Raymond decided to disappear into the woods, hoping not to be followed. His thoughts were too much for him as it was. He knew there was a lake around the place, and it was where he could hide out. Free to blow off smoke and steam if he needed to. His jaw had been tight the whole time as he walked, before he saw his regular spot near the shore, a blackened area of rocks. Six years of this just made its mark. The pyro sat in the middle of it, staring out into the water. Tree branches floated in it from the storm damage, and it just made him even worse than what he was.

Raymond just stared out at the water, a reflection of the forest was flawless on the lake surface. Freeze had his legs pulled up and his forearms rested on his knees. He was no different than some extremist, killing several people for revenge and wanting to go after others, not caring if others got injured in his path. He was scared to death, that fear of becoming a monster, only used for war. He dared not to look at his reflection, fearing he'd see the monster within him. A skeleton with flames engulfing it. He would end up using the stare on himself, as some form of suicide, wanting to escape what hell he hath made. "Hell hath no fury like myself." He mumbled in fear of himself. Raymond knew how to control his power but his temperamental selfishness would make him lose that tight grip.

"God damn me!" He said harshly and loudly, throwing fire at the lake surface. He got a loud hiss and steam coming from the water.

His blue eyes just kept his fear as he just sat there, fearing if he was a monster now. He almost attacked Shane, and was about to go after someone who wasn't even there. He wouldn't be surprised of the lot of them, only teenagers, saw him as some sort of wrathful bastard. Ray just closed his hands into fists as he tried to shut his own thoughts out.





you're nothing but a w a r harborer....

The pyro closed his eyes tightly, moving his hands up to his head. "Shut up, shut up shut up!" He got progressively louder as he kept hearing the same thoughts over and over again. He was like he was when he first used his powers, a scared little boy.

Raymond didn't react to her appearing out of the grass, as he just folded his arms over his ones and laid his head on them. She had came at his lowest point and he had nothing left to say now. "Troubled.." He repeated in a quiet tone, feeling his body tense up. "That's not a word I'd use.." He just remained like that. "I'd use scared, fearful...." He sounded like the words he had been saying. "I... I don't belong here..." He felt his throat closing up again, like one's throat would be doing before crying. He wasn't forming his words anymore, shoulders shaking some, trembling.

Raymond didn't care if she saw him like this, he almost had given up.

He listened, half heartedly, to what she said. She seemed to have the most leveled head on her shoulders in this camp. "...I had a home, I belonged there," his voice came out all cracked up and scared still, as he kept trying to form his words. Swallowing the hard lump in his throat, he pressed on with it. "I was scared when the powers came... And in a blind fury...." He took a breath, shaky as ever. "They were right there, staring at me like deer in headlights as I lost it, turning into a monster..." He was beating himself up badly. "I just attacked them and no one stopped me, they just let me murder them..." Raymond finally looked up to her, the look of a sorrowed man was plain on his face.

"..I'm a monster, and it frightens me....what if I harm someone here? The guilt weighs down on me.... I-I can't take it no more..." He just looked empty now.

He didn't expect to be hugged by her, but his fear didn't go down. It felt as if it was rising. He didn't want to get too close to someone, not with his abilities and his inability to control his emotions. He felt as if he was so far away. "...my own mother looked at me like I was something from hell, flames everywhere and just..." He started shaking again, taking in small choppy breaths. "I didn't know how to stop it...." He could feel his hands set ablaze, in his own fear of becoming some monster being used for war like purpose; since his head was so close to hands, he slowly turned into the flaming skeleton.

He needed someone to mend him because he wasn't strong enough to do it himself.

Raymond listened to her, feeling better slowly. She may have been right, he wasn't no monster from hell. His mind finally registered he was ablaze. "Uh... I'm on fire..." His voice was distorted as he spoke, and yes, he was still fearful, but she seemed to make him feel less and less like a monster, and more like a regular guy. Her idea seemed like it would work, and with as far fetched as it seemed, it was worth a shot in the dark. His flames seemed as if they were set on simmer, his gaze out towards the water.

Clearly, he was starting to loose the rough edge he had carried for six years, and she seemed to be the one making him lose it.

Raymond took a few deep breaths, feeling the fires die as he calmed down. "I, uh didn't quite catch your name...." He said, turning to look at her as his head rested on his arms. At least there was someone there that was near his age, and could possibly calm him down when he lost his cap on his anger. "I'm Ray...or Raymond, either one works." He said in his quiet voice as his eyes looked over the girl, since they met when she was just a ball of electricity.

He extended his hand out to hers, feeling the need to comply to the gesture. It was odd that she hugged him before they exchanged names but they weren't normal to say the least. There went much to say about him, but she seemed to be an interesting girl. "Uh...thanks Vi. I uh appreciated that you came out here..." Ray was pausing in the middle of his sentences, but his tone was of gratitude. It wasn't that often someone would actually do that for him.

Raymond let a small smile show as he listened to her ramble for a moment. She seemed to be the opposite of him, light and carefree. A counter balance for his fiery personality. "Isn't that all poetry? Making things up?" He questioned, raising a eyebrow at her words. He wasn't much of a talker when he was in his normal phase, so a few sentences was an accomplishment for someone.

Raymond watched the girl throw the rock, attempting to skip it. He frowned slightly at her end result. "Listen, you have to flick your wrist." He said as he picked up his own rock. He felt it, before he flicked it across the lake causing it to skip along the lake surface for three times before it sank. The pyro's head still remained on his arm, as the other moved back for another rock, and he handed it to her. "Try with this one, and flick your wrist."

He smiled at her as she did it. Ray continued to watch the water's surface, a strange tranquility coming over him. The pyro made a small satisfied sigh, as he listened to the girl cheer about skipping her rock across. "See how easy it is? It takes a bit of practice..." Raymond looked around. "Do you think we should head back?" He questioned, lifting his head from his arms.