Marcus had been so focused, he had completely lost track of time. Putting aside the book he had been reading, he looks into the darkness outside his window. Hard to keep track of time when it gets dark so damn early. Dark and depressing... Marcus hates Winter. It makes him feel cold and alone. His burning heart begins to beat faster within his metal chest. Getting up, the Metalflesh pockets a book of matches as he heads out to his backyard. Sitting on the cold earth, he lights a match and passes a finger through the flame as he concentrates on his connection with Fire. Flames erupt from his open palms, engulfing his hands in fiery sheaths. Spitting on the match, Marcus attempts to commune with Summer, imagining the heat of a hot, August afternoon. His concentration wavers for a moment, and Marcus strikes another match. Angry with himself, he watches the flame for a moment, truly feeling the connection to the Season before putting it out. Warmth suffuses him and the ground no longer holds him in a cold embrace. Marcus allows himself to simply relax and bask in the comforting heat of Summer and Fire.
It's getting late... close to midnight. Marcus thinks of what tomorrow has in store for him. Questions. Uncertainty. Confusion. More of the same... The Elemental liked things simple, but his life had been far from simple lately. There had been so much darkness and fear. I may have saved a scared girl just emerging from the Hedge, or I may have delivered a Loyalist into the bed of my King. Maybe that short Ogre was really trying to help us, or maybe he has his own agenda. King Crunk might pull through, or he might die. Either way, HAL and Harry had been nowhere to be seen, and Her Icy Bitchiness just stood there, doing nothing. Why? Marcus felt his anger and frustration welling up and released it into the earth by pounding it with his fiery fists. After his hands were sore enough to make him feel better, Marcus looked up into the sky. He just needs to chase the darkness away which seems to be blinding him from the truth. Summer answers his call. Afternoon sunlight floods his backyard, filling him with hope. Eyes wide, Marcus feels strong and confident, ready to face tomorrow's challenges. Hearing a confused sound from his neighbor's house, Marcus smiles as he douses his flames and heads inside his house before someone calls the Fire Department.
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