“How do you know my name?” Violet said as they ran through the trees, the occasional stray branch scraping her face.
“I’ve been tracking him, tracking you. His name is Russell and he is more powerful than you think. Don’t be fooled into believing you can win him over. You can’t.”
“How do you know so much about him?” Violet gasped, remembering what the Hunter had told her about the single pyro to ever escape him. “He told me about you. Well, briefly. You’re the only one he ever lost.”
“That’s me, in the flesh and at your service.”
“Wait, you used your ability as we were leaving. He told me how he tracks people like us. He’ll be able to—”
“Don’t worry. I know how he uses the embers to find us.” Ryan stopped running and faced Violet. “Ignite your fire.”
“No, it will only make it worse.”
Strangely enough, she did trust him.
Violet let the familiar heat spread through her body and congregate in her fists. Opening them, her indigo flames flared to life. It was a strange relief, letting the fire course through her like that. In such a tense situation as this, it brought clarity to her mind and calmed her nerves.
“Absolutely beautiful,” Ryan said, staring at her hands, the indigo light flickered across his face.
Grabbing her hands, he ignited his own flames. The green and indigo swirled together for a moment until Ryan nodded, signaling Violet to cut off the flow.
“Now we backtrack and take a different route,” he said. “We use his own methods against him.”
For the month of October, I’ve joined a writing challenge called Writober. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, we write something and send it to the entire group.For Writober, I’ll be continuing the series I’ve started about a tough pyro named, Violet Blair.