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     After Zack and Lea split up to locate Isa, Zack had found the bluenette and led him back to the center of the town, just as he had told Lea he would. He waited patiently for the redhead to return, passing the time by trying to teach Isa how to do squats. 

     The moment Lea was sighted, Zack smiled and gave him a wave. “Hey Lea!” Hopefully neither would think him suspicious now. After all, how safe was it to trust a complete stranger to help you find your friends? Of course the answer was not very, but Zack wasn’t a creep. At least he hoped not.

At some point, Isa's head seemed to fall and rest against Lea's shoulder, but green gaze lingered on the moon. He was finally opening up more after years of abuse, even though it only seemed to be with Lea.

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When Lea walks by, Isa expects him to head right out. He’s relatively certain that he overheard something about him having plans for the day earlier. However, green hues widen: something warm has found his temple. While it takes a few seconds to process what had happened…Isa quickly deduces that Lea had just kissed him.

He looks up from his reading, clearly confused. Why had he done that? What was that for? Maybe Lea had thought that Isa looked upset or tired or something, but what was most likely was that Lea simply felt like it. He’d never had much restraint. Before everything had gone wrong, it had been Isa’s self-proclaimed job to try (and often fail) at keeping him out of trouble.

Before he can even hope to find the appropriate response to the gesture, Lea’s already running off, not even turning around when he offers up a wave and an, ‘I’ll see you later!’ Isa watches as he leaves, staring after the redhead even after he’s slammed the door behind him and is long out of sight. 

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Little Fireball

The first thing he felt was shock. He hadn’t expected to find Zack in this sort of state, beaten and bloodied and tied up and left to die. Then the unbridled fury set in, a white-hot rage that began to build up in his chest. The ravenette had saved him and his best friend from the streets, from a fate neither of them even knew of. He saw Zack as a sort of big brother figure – to see him so vulnerable has Lea’s blood boiling. There’s a spark of something in his eyes, and sparks of a different kind dancing from the tips of his fingers. He’d never been good at controlling his anger – and here, in this moment, he could feel his temper spiking. Suddenly his hands combust, flames shooting up from curled fists and traveling up his arms. They stop at his shoulders, where they lick hungrily at the air.

In a sudden fit of rage, the fire explodes outwards from his form, singing anything within a couple of feet. His voice echoes through the room, a scream released from deep within his chest.

He’d find whoever did this and make them pay.

     Zack was barely clinging to consciousness when Lea had found him in his current condition. Blood leaked from new open wounds and bruises decorated his naturally tanned skin. He’s barely breathing through the cloth in his mouth, wrists and ankles bound tightly.

     Then there was a sudden heat. Not like a small warmth, but a deep, almost painful heat. He began wondering if his attackers had decided to set the structure ablaze to ensure he could never identify them by bringing his life to an end. Pity for them that even if the flames consumed him, he would not die again so easily. He knew he would be brought back to Silent Hill, likely scolded by Valtiel for his foolishness.