Title: fire rains

Fandom: Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: AU for the movie

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 160

Point of view: third

Up they rise, and he should be dying, should be dying, should be dying—is it, he, the silver being shielding him, keeping him alive?

So cold, where's the warmth, why is it so cold?

But his mouth still moves, the flippant words still come out: "Fine, you win."

So cold, too cold, and the Earth is so far away—is that where the warmth is?

And it lets go…

So cold… too cold… no more fire, no more heat, just numb—everything's numb, cold… no more fire, he begs for fire, for heat—

And it burns, it's so hot, but it's not his heat, the Earth coming closer, not his fire, it's something else…

It's too warm, too hot, burning and scalding, but it's infinitely better than the cold—