So here is my entry for the Love Bites Blog Hop. It’s not really funny like some of the other entries, but I set out to write an anti-valentine’s day story and this is what came out. It’s a continuation of a story I started about a pyro named Violet Blair. You can read the rest of her story here.
“So…” Violet said as she twirled her fork around her plate.
“So,” Ryan said in return, obviously unable to meet her eyes either.
Violet looked around the overflowing restaurant. Waiters bustled around while couples stared lovingly into each other’s eyes. Utterly predictable on this, of all nights.
But why, after surviving what could have wiped out the entire race of pyros, could they not sit and have an un-awkard meal together?
This isn’t us, she thought. What made them think they could go on a date like normal people? She cared for him too much to doom their relationship to this.
“This night could use a little livening up, don’t you think?” She said with a grin as she snapped, igniting a purple flame from her fingertips.
Ryan smiled back, green fire rising from his palm.
“Now, isn’t this lovely,” A voice said from behind Violet.
They both looked to see a man with a hat dipped over his eyes. The Hunter.
“You,” she said. “You’re supposed to be dead.”
“Pity. For you.” He walked away, leaving a trail of metal balls behind him.
“Bombs,” Ryan whispered to Violet.
“There’s a bomb; everyone out!” Violet said loudly so the whole restaurant could hear.
As the place erupted in screams and couples running for the doors, Ryan and Violet chased after The Hunter. Once outside, the restaurant exploded at their backs as they hurled green and indigo fireballs at their nemesis.
Now this is more like it. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”