"Ça fait longtemps."

(Long time no see.)

I turn around to meet the two familiar faces I mentioned before hand. The men before us looked to be in there early twenties but in fact their probably in their sixties or seventies. The one that had spoken in French had golden hair with a pair of hazel eyes to match. His partner had dark brown lock which set off his coca brown eyes. Honestly, those were the only things that the two had going for them, but that's just my opinion.

"Pouvez-vous me parler en anglais!!!"

(Speak to me in English!!!)

Look, I may have picked up several languages in my spare time but I much prefer to speck in English. It's easier that way.

"We had finally caught wind of you, but then you encountered Razor. It seems very odd, since the last time you two saw each was when you that spat and all."

"First off, mind your own flipping business and leave my private life out of this, Byson. Second off, get off my case! Really, you and plant-for-brains over there have been on my behind for quite some time now. Give it a rest."

"You'd think you would have learned our names by now. Its Bryson and Thorn."

"Yeah, yeah, I know them. I just wanted to annoy you, Bryon. By the way, are the other two goons behind us for Razor or do you think that highly of me?"

"Just...really!? Know what, never mind. Come on boys, you heard what Axel said. Take em' alive!"

...Axel...who's Axel?

A chorus of growls and a hand on my shoulder ripped me from my thoughts.

Through this whole transaction Razor hadn't made a sound. Now that I think about it, it should have struck me as odd. He was always one of those people who had to get a jab in at anyone who deserved it.

Now I know why.

His eyes were colored that oh so familiar scarlet. Jagged little pieces of metal littered on the ally's ground came to life, lifting up to surround us. With a flick of his fingers to the enemy behind us, the debris went flying to their target. I heard the sickening sound of metal tearing through flesh and two cries cut off short.

That... will stay with me for a while...

By that time I had morphed as well. Couldn't waste any time like those poor suckers...

I got into a fighting stance: legs slightly apart, arms ready at my side, and focus completely locked on the two figures in front of me.

My hands burn with the need to use my 'talent'.

Bryson and Thorn had shifted completely as well. Bryson's eyes were shining silver and Thorn's eyes were a bright emerald color.

They're not taking heed or even caring about their fallen brothers. Those inconsiderate, good-for-nothing ,lowlifes!

A tingling sensation creeps down my forearms as abnormal sparks ignite. Charcoal colored flames grow and blaze in my hands.

This is my rare ability: the Black Flames.

"Cover me Razor!"

I charge at full speed toward Bryson. I jab my fist in the direction of his neck, but he's faster than he looks. Right before I make contact he grabs my hand and halts us both in our tracks. Silver scales cover his hands and forearm, altogether preventing me from burning him. I bring my knee up and hit were the sun don't shine. He drops to the ground and pulls me down with him. I extinguish the flames and punch that sucker right in the face.

Ok, twice for good measure.

That was easier than I thought. The Dracul must be going soft.

Once I'm sure he's out I turn my attention to Razor and Thorn.

Metal pieces fly into a jumble of ropelike vines, trying in vain to cut out Razor. The mass of plant life seemed to have sprung up from nowhere to take hold of Razor. Thorn, meanwhile, is firmly planted in front of it all, controlling the mess from a distance.

I go to one knee and place my hand on the ground.

Ok, ok I can do this. Razor needs me and I can help- no. I can save him if I stay in control. I can do this, I can do this...

 Shadowed flames erupt from my hand and race towards the plants which hold my 'partner'.

The inferno engulfs the vines but leave the man held captive alone. I slowly straighten and walk toward Thorn.

He finally decides to notice his partner and my presence.

He doesn't even have time to move before I blast him across his painfully vulnerable chest. He flies back into the brick wall, landing with a dull thud.

All my flames disperse  into thin air. I just stand there, looking at the scene and what we've done. With my eyes reverted back to normal and slightly glazed over, I look away.

I have seen far worse than this.

At least no one was around to see all this. We were in the darker shadows of the ally and it must be around two or three in the morning right now. Then again, who knows...

I look to Razor.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Well good for effing you."

At that my vision started to get blurry.

The one thing you really need to know about the Black Flames is that if you use too much of it for a long period of time you risk the slight chance of passing out. That is if you haven't trained with the technique in a long period of time.

Haha.. guilty ...as.. charged....

I fell to my knees as the lulling darkness took over. Strong arms wrap around me.

"What am I going to do with you, Riri?"

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I'm starting to like writing everyday but don't get use to it. Ok?!

By the way, if I totally messed up on the foreign language bits in this story I'm terribly sorry. Just wanted to put that out there.

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