Free Loved by a Devil by James Martins

wrist and kissing it softly, rubbing it with my thumb.
    Not feeling a pulse. I shuddered.
    "I already do right now. But," he shook his head, "Me seeing Moon's face for the rest of my life when she took a good look at me, I don't think I could -or want to- live."
    "Neither could I." I admitted.
    "Who would want to."
    "Probably that whore Hillary." I said bitterly.
    "Yes." Brendan said thoughtfully.
    Wow, we're bonding.
    "We are." Brendan responded.
    Okay, time to put back up that barrier so that fool won't get into my mind.
    Brendan didn't respond to me this time.
    Are you reading my mind now?
    He looked around the room, clueless.
    Good.
    I fought a gasp, rising from the chair quickly.
    "What's wrong with her?" I asked worriedly.
    Moon's body was covered in ice, the ice melting over and over, making ugly frostbites all over her. I felt her forehead with the back of my hand. I swore softly as withdrew my hand hastily. Her skin was burning hot to the touch, but also ice cold.
    "I don't know." Brendan confessed.
    I realized something smart, or something idiotic. So did he.
    "No, it's a smart idea. Grab Moon, quickly. Let's get-"
    Brendan was cut off by a large roar, the sound of furniture being engulfed in flames. The kitchen table Moon was lying on, to be specific.
    I swore as I grabbed Moon and carried her upstairs in my arms, following Brendan.
    "Get Anthony out of the basement, I'll meet you at the balcony." Brendan muttered.
    We're still going upstairs to the balcony, even though it's too late?
    Whatever, it's probably the only way out.
    I kicked in random doors in the house, usually shouting, 'Anthony!'.
    "Shit!" I hissed, almost dropping Moon.
    Her skin was getting hotter to the touch, hotter than mine. Her skin was still milk white, but it looked as though flames were flickering underneath.
    Hurry.
    One last door and it's over.
    I kicked in a door, seeing a curly haired teenager, who looked gay , and was one of The Moon's children.
    Anthony rolled his eyes, "You shouldn't touch her there." He ran upstairs, following Brendan's scent.
    I looked at Moon. Ohhh. So my hand was gripping her thigh. I eased the grip and slid my hand down towards her knee.
    "Okay then." I said, sprinting upstairs.
    I could feel the flames licking the back of my ankles, but not hurting as much as the blisters that were forming on my hands.
    I kicked the door to the balcony room open, ignoring the knob.
    Run.
    The fire was slowly forming a circle around the room, blocking the exit to the sliding glass door. I ignored the hungry flames, jumping over them and smashing my way through the glass door, shards flying everywhere.
    Jump.
    It was all in mid-air. Me gripping Moon like a scared little boy gripping his Teddy Bear at night, knowing there was a monster under his bed, but his parents just wouldn't listen. Then all the windows in the house blew up, the glass raining around everyone, everything.
    Moon and I cannon balled into the earth, her being engulfed into flames and my crying in agony, not by the shattered bones in my leg, but because now I knew I truly lost her. The flames were brighter than her hair. Her pretty, soft red orange hair.
    I visualized that we did have a future together, forever. Maybe it was a vision though. I smiled to myself. Us being surrounded by a little girl, her hair in red curls. And Sunfire, Moon's Guardian Wolf, her grave buried in our backyard. Moon had wept over that grave for months, but learned to let her go. I promised her I'd get her another one, she denied.
    'There's only one that want, and that's Sunfire.' She told me.
    The little girl asked us if the Wolf was pretty and nice.
    I told her, 'She's hard to explain, she's special, one of a kind.' I smiled to her.
    'Can I get one?' she asked.
    'Keep it as a promise.' I told her.
    The girl laughed, jumping up and down in excitement, her curls bouncing as if they were excited too.
    It all blew away, me turning back to reality.
    Moon.
    I limped towards her, she looked