Burned Alive
TITLE: Burned Alive
AUTHOR: Rich (Starbug42)
RATING: PG for violence, I guess.
FEEDBACK: It's the only fic you'll get outta me this month. Praise me or die.
DISCLAIMER: Mine, mine...all mine! Get away from my Willow!
SUMMARY: Let's just say that a story by Karen and a story by Pixie put the thought into my head. So I guess you could say that this is their fault. Hee hee.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask me. I dare ya.
DEDICATION: Well, I guess this should go out to Karen and Pixie for putting weird thought into my head, however inadvertently.
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"Burned Alive" 1/1
Oz sat down on the cool metal. How did he get into this situation? He was surrounded by these men, trapped in a large cell just as he was. The walls were made of metal, the same as the floor. The top was made of a different kind of metal. All twisted and dark. At least it looked dark. It was almost pitch black. There were no doors or windows. Oz couldn't even remember how he got in here.
To make it worse, Oz smelled gas.
And Oz knew that smell very well. It was the same smell you get when the pilot light goes out on the stove and you turn the burners on. Which means either someone got careless and left the stove on or someone was planning something very nasty.
Oz didn't recognize the people that were around them. From the looks on their faces, they didn't recognize anyone either. Just hundreds of total strangers trapped in a metal box waiting to see what happened next. Which was another problem. Because what happened next was the floor started to get warm.
Not a major crisis at the present time. But Oz had a feeling it wasn't going to stay this pleasant warm feeling forever. No, it was about to get hot. Like, major burning-my-ass-off hot. But not before the ground started to move.
Oz's first thought was earthquake. But that's not what this was. Oz grew up in Southern California. He knew what an earthquake felt like. And this wasn't it. No, this was someone or something moving this jail. It felt like a big machine was moving the cell back and fourth, like a kid would do to an Etch-E-Sketch. If that wasn't bad enough...the ground was getting hotter.
Oz was pretty sure what was happening. They were all being burned alive.
Not the best way to die.
In a minute it will all be over. Oz's feet felt like they were on fire. Hopping around from foot to foot, he noticed that some of the people were already dead. Just lying on the metal ground, sizzling. Oz shut his eyes tight. This was about to get very bad.
He couldn't stand any more. His feet couldn't take it. He had to get off them immediately. As soon as Oz's butt his the ground, he regretted it. Oz wanted to yell in pain but it wouldn't have done any good. He was already stuck to the ground. They'd need a spatula to get him off. Oz opened his eyes to see that some of the hundreds and hundreds of people in the cell were actually bursting. Oz could feel why.
He was about to burst as well.
Oz lay on the burning ground and said a silent good bye to Willow as he felt himself about to die...
Oz awoke with a start. Sweat poured down his face. He looked around. He was on Willow's couch getting ready to watch a movie. He must've fallen asleep.
"Oz!" called Willow from the kitchen. "The Jiffy Pop's ready!"
Oz cringed. "Uh, none for me thanks." He would probably never eat that stuff again.
THE END
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That's right. All that drama and build up, just to realize that it was just Oz dreaming he was a kernel in a pan of Jiffy Pop. I'm such a bitch. :)
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