'Broken Image' ♡ (MXM) ♡

- a burning memory -

Something bad happened, Oxzy realized as he started to run that it was in the direction of his home. His body felt crushed, but he kept moving. He didn't stop until he made it to his house.

House.

It was a burning pile of smoke.

In a split second, he was running forward. Again, he rushed inside a burning building. Fire hit him, ash fell from the roof, mixing with his black hair, Oxzy looked around frantically. He screamed his mothers name, desperation running off his tongue like a grenade ready to blow.

People watched as the hero dashed in, the fireman ran after him, only getting so far as the door before stopping. The hero had an upper hand, yet he was at a disadvantage. The fight with Pierce had drained him, the fire around made it hard to summon any ice. He tried to use the ground, the earth beneath him to help.

He had little energy left, but he kept his hope up. He had to find his mother. She was somewhere in the burning building. She had to be alive. She was smart, Oxzy tried to keep his belief up. She was alive, he just had to save her.

His head was full of worry, running up the stairs, he felt pressure from above him. The heat suddenly came at him from above him, his hands shot up just in time to catch a dropping panel that was on fire.

Still his feet got caught, tripping over himself, he fell from the stairs and onto the bottom floor. His knees hit the floor, grunting loudly, the fire from the burning panel sank into his skin. He looked around, smelling something foul.

It was like burnt food, it was close to his left. Oxzy was right from under the stairs, turning to his side to see what it was. He was met with a burnt pile of human ashes. It was in human form, skin was still there. Burnt clothing sticking to the melted black flesh.

The curly black hair of Genna Raith was what Oxzy saw first.

All of a sudden, his strength was gone. His eyes stood looking down at her burnt body. Ash fell into his eyes, tears falling from his bloodshot pupils that stayed un-moving on the body of his mother.

How was he supposed to react?

He didn't react. He saw it right in front of him, she was dead. She died a horrible death, burning alive as she fought for a way out. Nothing was there.

How could she die?

Someone must have killed her.

Oxzy's mother. An angel who raised a child all by herself, she was burnt alive in the safety of her own home.

The hero walked outside of his home. His eyes kept low, he didn't hear the shouting of fire men. The shouting of the police. He couldn't hear anything, all he could see was his mother.

It wasn't his mother. She couldn't be a pile of ash.

She was just waiting for him to wash up or dinner. He needed to clean all of the blood from his body from the fight, that's all.

No.

She couldn't be dead!

He was the hero. He was supposed to save her. He saved everyone in this town, he did it without problem with injuries, he could heal within minutes. He could save her.

But he was too late.

The hero stood outside of his burning home. The firemen watched him in a delirious state, running past him to put out the fire on their own. No one seemed to bother a glance at him. Most who lived around knew that the hero lived there.