Hotter Than Fire

**Darkest Minds Fanfiction**
Tamarin is twelve years old when his little sister Chamberly is taken away by soldiers in black. Several inexplicable things happen that day, including explosions and unexplained fires. Six years later, now 16, Tam begins to understand everything that's happened. He discovers his identity as a red. Attempting to survive, he searches for Chamberly- joining up with some interesting allies along the way.


10. Rescue


    The tracks are hard to read, but I can guess the general direction they’re heading. There’s only one problem. Once I reach the edge of the woods, they disappear at a road. My guess is that they took a car from here. They could be anywhere by now. Kia could already be dead, for all I know.

    “No!” I scream in frustration, kicking at the ground. I know my reactions are childish, but what else can I do? Kia is gone. I’m alone, and there is nothing I can do. It just seems like a cruel joke- giving me my sister back just to take her away again. There is nothing I can do to help Kia. I am trapped here. They could be anywhere. But I had promised. I had told her I would look after her. I think of her small face, alone and scared. I think of her voice. I wish I had someone that loved me that much. I can’t leave her. Not now.

    I grit my teeth, and start down the road. I could be going in the entirely wrong direction. I could be walking right into a trap, but I don’t care. I have to find Kia. One more person has been added to my list of people to save, and I am not going to let her down. I can’t let her suffer just because I had made a mistake.

    “I’m coming, Kia,” I whisper. Then I duck my head and kept going.


    The city is dirty and crowded, like most cities tend to be at this time. I huddle in an alley, freezing cold.

    I never got my coat back from her

    I hope wherever Kia is, my coat is keeping her warm. I hope more than anything that she escaped, and is hiding somewhere. But I don’t know. There are no promises with our lives.

    I pull my arms closer to myself, shivering. The cold usually doesn’t bother me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but at the moment I feel empty and miserable. Could the cold be caused by the emotions raging inside of me? I don’t know. Don’t really care either. All I know is that I’m cold, and I’ve never been this cold in my life.

    Spots flash before my eyes. My stomach rumbles, reminding me that it’s been days since I last ate. I ignore it. I don’t care. I can’t find Kia, and I can’t find my sister. I might as well just die here. What good would it do?

    I must be hallucinating now. I hear her voice.

    “I told you, I was alone!”

    She lets out a soft cry of pain. They must be hurting her. Wherever she is.

    “There was another boy with you. A red. Tell us where he is, girl, or you’ll get nothing to eat tonight.”

    “You’ll starve me anyways!”

    My head snaps up. I’m not hallucinating. That is her voice!

    The fire inside of me stokes itself so quickly that I’m sure I was never really cold. Kia is here. That has to be her voice. And she’s being hurt for protecting me.

    There’s a light nearby. I stand up and more forwards carefully. There’s a light under a doorway, and there are voices inside.

    Abruptly, Kia’s voice rises in a scream. My heart nearly stops.

    “Don’t like that, do you?” The voice is a man’s. “Tell us where the boy is, and you won’t have to hear it again.”

    Hear what? I try the handle, but it’s locked.

    I hesitated. It’s wooden. I could break in easily. But I could also harm whoever is inside. And then Kia would know… and she would hate me.

    She screams again, and that makes up my mind. I don’t care how much of a monster she thinks I am, I am not going to sit back and let her be hurt!

    I set myself on fire, and slam a shoulder into the door.

    The effects are instantaneous. The wood lights, and when I hit it again it breaks. I step through the flames, unharmed.

    The room beyond is small. Kia is tied to a chair in the center, and two men are guarding her. One of them has a speaker in his hand, which he is holding next to Kia’s ear.

    There’s no time to think about consequences. Kia’s eyes are wide, and she stares at me in awe or fear. I can’t tell which, and there’s no time to worry about it. I shoot fire at the guard nearest to her. He screams, but I ignore the sound. I run forwards, slamming a shoulder into the other guard. I light him on fire as well. They’re both screaming now. I do my best to pretend I’m not a cold blooded murderer, but what I have to do still fills me with self hatred.

    One of the guards has a knife. I pull it free, and slash Kia’s bonds off. Then I grab her by the arm and pull her towards the door.

    She squirms to escape my grip, but I don’t let go. Partly so that I can see her to safety, but also partly because I’m afraid that if I let her go, I’ll lose her. So I keep a grip on her and run.

    We reach the door in a few steps, and she thrusts out her hand. The burning wood is blown out of the way, and we run.

    Kia is stumbling weakly. She probably hasn’t been eating, and judging by the bruises on her face she’d been beaten. It’ unfair of me to treat her so roughly. But right now it’s more important to get her to safety.

    “Tam,” Kia whispers, pulling at my arm. “Tam, I can’t walk.” Having said so, she promptly collapses into my arms. I catch her and scoop her up, holding her close to my chest. She’s frighteningly light, and her whole body trembles. The pink dye that colors her hair has begun to fade, revealing a light shade of blond beneath. Her eyes roll back her head, and she goes limp.

    “Kia…” I whisper. “It’ll be okay. I promise.”


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