An Old Grudge

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Walking down the sidewalk, Pika was completely bored, without anything to do, and decided that he may as well go someplace. Which is how he found himself walking down the streets of a not-so-random neighborhood. The thirteen year-old Pika found a rock on the ground, and gave it a kick, kicking it as he walked.

"Alright, I have no idea what you just did or what you mean. Can you explain it in english while we're taking care of this?" He asked slightly sarcastically, and coughed a little bit, the smoke and steam getting to him. "And whatever we're doing, let's make it fast so we can get out of here." He added.

"Alright come on." Zash climbed out the window onto the fire escape of the place and started pounding up the stairs. " Heat rises, fire doesn't fire spread with air, but heat moves air that's why I made the steam it'll keep rising and pushing the fire up that'll keep it contained. " Zash explained

Pika followed Zash out the window and up the stairs, keeping up fairly easily. "Nice thinking. Now, since fire rises as you just pointed out, and your plan is to push the fire up, why are we going up instead of down?" He asked Zash, and also realized that if any police or fire fighters saw them leaving they would probably be taken in and questioned about the fire.

"Cause the lower down we go the more room above the thrust has to go if you want to keep the fire contain you push it up from as close as possible." Zash explained and jumped up grabbing the floor of the higher part of the fire escape and swung himself sideways and flipped up and onto the top of it. Slipping into the next apartment Zash scanned around and looked for the bathroom.

"Alright yeah, that sounds good. I guess we don't want to go down then." Pika agreed as he followed behind Zash, feeling the heat from the fire starting to get to him. He coughed a little bit, jumping up and grabbing onto the floor of the higher fire escape, and heard a loud creaking noise, followed by a snap. He soon realized what it was when the floor broke off from the building, causing him to fall back to the part of the fire escape he had just been on, before getting to his feet. "Crap, that's not good." He mentioned to himself as he looked up and saw that he couldn't reach the distance anymore without the floor to grab onto. Looks like I'm finding another way up. He decided and climbed back into the window he and Zash and just gone out of, starting to look for a way to the next apartment.

"Pika?" Zash called looking around the apartment for him as he suddenly realized he wasn't there. He cussed under his breath but dismissed it. He had located the bathroom now he rummaged in some drawers and got a wrench using it to wack a pipe open. He quickly did what he had done in the previous floor and started to head to the fire escape to see that the part that connect to this floor was wrecked. " Seriously?!" He shouted and was off looking for a way up.

Pika ran through the other floor, avoiding areas that were on fire or seemed to be very close to it by this point. Continuing on his way, he pulled his hoodie off and wrapped the sleeves around his mouth to try and block some of the smoke. He could have sworn that he heard someone yell his name, probably Zash, and ignored it for the time being, looking for another way up. After a moment or two he heard the sound of a pipe breaking, and realized that Zash probably did it. That means he needs a way back up. He realised and ran back to the window, looking up at the level above them, hearing someone yell something sounding like "Seriously?!". "Zash! You there?" Pika called up to him.

" Yes!" He called down he rushed to the stairs area leading down but all at once it collasped around him he started to fall, Zash's adrenaline poured his heart clenched. Fire spread out before him a massive updraft of air rushed up he flipped land in an alcove in the stair well. " PIKA!" He screamed as flaming pieces of debris of all sizes and shape rained down on him. NO No NO I made it worst no I'm so sorry! Was Zash's thoughts as they came crashing down on him.

What? Where's he-the stairs. They're probably not stable at this point. Pika quickly deduced and ran back to the stairway just in time to see Zash arrive. "Zash, wait a second-" He started to say when the stairs collapsed. He immediately began to panic, thinking about how Zash would get out of it, before he realized where all that degree was heading: on top of him. He quickly took a few staps back and raised his arm up to block his face, but it didn't do enough to protect from a few especially sharp and hot pieces of wood from raking across his face. "CRAP!" He yelled out, pulling his hand away and working to brush any leftover pieces of ashen wood from his head, and quickly noticing a large amount of blood and a slight blockage of his vision. Thinking it was from the blood in his face he dismissed it as serious cuts and looked up towards where Zash went. "I'm alright, what's the plan now without any stairs?"

" We get you to a doctor that's the plan!" Zash yelled he jumped off and started into a very small window of free fall. He felt his stomach drop and then lit up the area below him the same effect took place and he floated gently to earth. " I got a look out the window up there the fire trucks and ambulences are here come on we need to get your eye checked."

"Sounds like a plan, as long as we can finally get out of he-wait, what do you mean I need a doctor? It's fine, I've dealt with this before..." Pika argued, bringing his hand to his face once again as he processed the rest of what Zash had said. My eye...oh, no. Nonononono, that can't be right. "...what's wrong with my eye?" He asked, trying to sound calm but failing, easily showing off any resentment and nervousness towards what Zash was insinuating, all the while looking around for an exit way out of the area.

"Pika, your your eye it's not..." Zash couldn't really find the words to tell him that his eye looked probably decimate he'd most likely wouldn't be able to see clearly out of it ever again but Zash didn't know that he was no doctor it only looked really bad to him. " Well" He finished and quickly pointed to the room Pika had exited a second ago. " Come on we can make the jump from their." Zash instructed and started to help pika along.

"...right, well what the hell do you know? You're no doctor, I'm sure you're exaggerating. Nw let's get out of here." Pika responded in an almost monotone voice, using Zash as support as they both made their way through the room to what would be their improvised exit. "See you down there." Pika said, and jumped out of the opening, preparing himself for the drop and landing. He performed a roll to minimize and pain from the fall but he was still a bit wobbly, stopping on his knees as he stumbled back to his feet.

Zash's legs shoot he'd never felt this before for hurting someone normally he just thought they deserved it and whatever happened happened but no not this time this time he had saved his own life at the cost of his eye. Zash may not have been a doctor but he's eye was fucked up and you didn't need a medical degree to know that. Zash leaped as far as he could and burst two streams of fire from his palms to launch him to another roof and and he stuck his hand in his pockets and tried to slip away from Pika and just walk away from the scene.

Pika stumbled down the alleyway and to the front of the burning building as he looked back to see if Zash was still with him, but just caught a glimpse of fire and smoke heading to the other roof. What's he doing-Dammit. He's leaving me on my own here. He realized and felt himself hating the other boy, as he put his hand to his eye and felt an immense amount of blood. Great, now I have to go to the hospital... he seemed to growl almost in an attempt at silent frustration, while a voice in the back of his head started to chuckle. He looked up at Zash on the roof of the other house, flipping him the bird as a firetruck and ambulance pulled up to the scene.