Author: wild wolf free17 PM
He feels the scorching cold starting from the silver hand, down his neck, through his chest and abdomen, into his arms, into his legs... [Rise of the Silver Surfer]Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 200 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 1 - Published: 10-27-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3859937
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Title: fire rains
Fandom: Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: AU for the movie
Point of view: third
Up they rise, and he should be dying, should be dying, should be dying—is it, he, the silver being shielding him, keeping him alive?
So cold, where's the warmth, why is it so cold?
But his mouth still moves, the flippant words still come out: "Fine, you win."
So cold, too cold, and the Earth is so far away—is that where the warmth is?
And it lets go…
So cold… too cold… no more fire, no more heat, just numb—everything's numb, cold… no more fire, he begs for fire, for heat—
And it burns, it's so hot, but it's not his heat, the Earth coming closer, not his fire, it's something else…
It's too warm, too hot, burning and scalding, but it's infinitely better than the cold—