Corrupted Radiatons

by Michael Rogers

  Isabella: (This Scoldrant is unreal-) *She frowned in thought and glanced behind her to Blake.* "Where are you from?"

  Blake: "I-.. Ah-.."

  Scoldrant: "How bothersome.. I just realised how you're keeping me down."

  Isabella: "Good for you!" *She watched the green dirt splash around the Scoldrant, discolouring the brown dirt around it.* (I have no choice, but to retreat back to my village.) "Kid, follow my lead."

  *Isabella turned around and suddenly ran past Blake, causing the wave of green dirt to sprinkle on the Scoldrant.*

  Blake: *He gasped in realisation and ran after Isabella, as if he had no choice.* (What is happening?!)

  --

  Blake: "I was like, totally confused, aye."

  *The Scoldrant underneath Blake sneezed, as if it was responding to him.*

  Blake: "Shuddup." *He hissed at the horse-like Scoldrant.* "I learnt about another race of Soul Link Using bitches, aye."

  --

  *Blake ran after Isabella and watched her run towards a massive brown rock.*

  Blake: "The rock thingy wasn't a mountain, is was just a large unsexy boulder."

  Blake: "Where are you going?!"

  Isabella: *She glanced behind her, smirking at Blake.* "Just follow me."

  Blake: "You're going to hit the-"

  Isabella: *She quickly glanced in front and focused, causing the rock to suddenly wrap into a mirror-like reflective state.* "Soul Link pull downwards, Shaman Dust-Drought."

  *Isabella motioned a glyph with her right hand and pushed forward, causing a green pulse to ripple around the reflective-like state.*

  Blake: *He watched Isabella run straight through the rock, causing him to stop directly in front of it with a gasp.* "W-Where-?"

  *Blake staggered back and noticed his reflection while shaking his head.*

  Blake: (What am I doing? I don't know-)

  *A feminine, pale skinned arm reached through the reflective rock and grabbed Blake by his torn shirt, pulling him through.*

  Blake: *He staggered forward with a gasp and glanced across, noticing a lively village.* "Where?"

  *A large shadow flew across the sky, instantly catching Isabella and Blake's attention.*

  Blake: "I-It found us!-"

  Isabella: "Shush-" *She covered Blake's mouth with a smile and watched the shadow fly past.* "It can't see us."

  Blake: "We can see outside?" *His words muffled, cueing Isabella to lower her arm.* "Why is everyfing green?"

  Isabella: "Oh gee, I'm probably gonna get in trouble for bringing you in."

  Blake: "Trouble?"

  Isabella: "What's your name, kid?"

  Blake: "Blake.."

  Isabella: "Blake?" *She spoke in surprise.* (Thought he was a girl.)

  Blake: "Y-You're.. A Rostical User?"

  Isabella: "Psshtaha." *She laughed and shook her head.* "I'm not one of them."

  Blake: "You used Rostical?"

  Isabella: "Nope." *She started to walk through the village in a casual-like manner.*

  Nearby Man: *He focused on a stack of wood and straightened one hand downwards while motioning a glyph with his free hand.* "Flames of the South, I feel the might of your pride and I shall bring that forth, Soul Link pull upwards, Shaman Funnel-Flames."

  *The wood suddenly combusted with green flames, causing the man to smile with accomplishment.*

  Blake: (Being here.. It feels familiar.)

  Isabella: "So, Blake. Where's your parents?"

  Blake: "They.." *He paused and stopped.*

  Isabella: "How can I help you if you don't talk to me?"

  Blake: "I don't even know your-" *He spoke on his breath and suddenly collapsed.*

  --

  Blake: "I was so tired. I worked and worked and worked. The orphanage treated us like slaves.. But, unlike the other children.. Amy and I were the only ones placed there."

  *Blake hissed the last past of his sentence on his breath, as if it was very emotional to him.*

  Blake: "My parents.."

  --

  *Blake slowly woke up under bright green light, glancing to each side with squinted eyes.*

  Blake: "Was it.. A dream?"

  Isabella: "Nope." *She spoke in a carefree manner and bent over, whooshing water from a sparkling lake.*

  Blake: "Who-?"

  Isabella: "Call me Bell."

  Blake: "Bell?"

  Isabella: "You know-" *She motioned tapping something with her hand.* "Those things that usually have a chime to it?" *She purposely spoke to Blake like an idiot.*

  Blake: "I know what a bell is!" *He frowned with a pout and leant up.*

  Isabella: "Where on the outskirts of my village. People won't notice you out here."

  Blake: "Bell?"

  Isabella: "Wazzup?"

  Blake: "Who?"

  Isabella: *She sighed and focused on the water.* "Soul Link pull to the left, Shaman Flash-Flood."

  Blake: "What's a Shaman-?" *A wave of green sparkling water splashed all over him, causing him to cough out water.* "What was that for-?!"

  Isabella: "You're really awkward, aren't ya?" *She strutted up to Blake and leant down, smiling at his bruises which slowly faded away.*

  Blake: "Why did you-..?"

  Isabella: "You're cute!" *She purposely pinched Blake's cheeks and laughed as he started to get angry.*

  Blake: "No I'm not!"

  Isabella: "Psshtaha, definitely not with that attitude." *She leant away and sighed, as if she was waiting for Blake to regain his stamina.*

  Blake: "What are you?"

  Isabella: "Me? I'm a Fore Hunter."

  Blake: "What's a Fore Hunter?"

  Isabella: *She plucked several white hairs from her eyebrows in a carefree yet elegant manner.* "If you promise not to tell anyone?"

  Blake: "Ah.."

  Isabella: *She stopped and sighed in an annoyed-like manner.* "Why don't you use your Astragons to pulse away that dirt and grime on your face?"

  Blake: "Astra-?"

  Isabella: *She interrupted Blake with a grunt.* "Don't tell me, you don't know what Neuron and Astragons are?"

  Blake: *He stood up and stamped his foot.* "I know what they are! I'm not stupid!"

  Isabella: "Did I say you were stupid?" *She spoke with a cocky smile and stood up.* "So, why was that Scoldrant after you?"

  Blake: "M-Me?"

  Isabella: "Y-Yeah?" *She acted like Blake, causing him to hiss.* "Psshtaha! You little girl."

  Blake: *His anger quickly turned to sadness, catching Isabella's attention.* "..."

  Isabella: "Pssah! My bad!" *She playfully knocked herself on the head.* "Sometimes I forget, little jokes can actually be hurtful to people."

  Blake: "What makes you fink it was after me?"

  Isabella: "Well, Scoldrants and Scoldrant Users don't really like us."

  Blake: "Why?"

  Isabella: "We originated from Scoldrant Users."

  Blake: "What?"

  Isabella: "Ah-, Scoldrant Users are-"

  Blake: *He shook his head.* "My parents are Scoldrant Users."

  Isabella: *She quickly staggered up to Blake and covered his mouth, as she scanned the area in a frightened-like manner.* "You need to keep quiet about that."

  Blake: "When I think about it, it had to of been obvious to Bell that I was a Scoldrant User, aye."

  Isabella: *She gently lowered her hand off Blake's mouth.* "Blaze?"

  Blake: "R-Rite!"

  Isabella: "Right." *She nodded her head with a smile and leant forward in a secretive-like manner.*

  Blake: "By the way, it's Blake-"

  Isabella: "Where is it?" *She spoke as if she didn't care what his name was.*

  Blake: "Where is what?"

  Isabella: "Your Scoldrant?"

  Blake: *He looked down, drying the green water off his arms like a girl.* "It abandoned me like my parents."

  Isabella: "Ouch, harsh." *She pulled an awkward look.*

  Blake: "Fufufu, everything she said
was so casual. Just like Amy, she was a change of character.. And I liked that."

  Isabella: "You wanna tell me more about it?"

  Blake: "I-.. Ah.."

  Isabella: "Well-" *She motioned her head for Blake to follow, as she started to walk along the lake.* "There aren't very many of us Fore Hunters around."

  Blake: "Where is your Scoldrant?"

  Isabella: "Psshtaha." *She motioned the air around her.* "The reason why our cousins have a feud, is the way we Soul Link."

  Blake: "I don't understand? Why are you telling me all this?"

  Isabella: "I'm bored." *She looked at Blake with a cocky smirk.*

  Blake: "Telling a random kid all her tribe's secrets, fufufu. She was some bitch."

  Isabella: "We disintegrate our partner into where we all came from."

  Blake: "Where?"

  Isabella: "Our ancestors believe we all came from Roharnia. We were born from the planet and we merge back into it.. Some say our Neurons and Astragons are borrowed, and once we die, we return those back to where it came from."

  Blake: *He shivered.* (That's scary!)

  Isabella: "You're just a kid. You probably don't understand me."

  Blake: "Y-You're just a teenager!" *He hissed, causing Isabella to chuckle.* "Stop laughing, Bell."

  Isabella: "You know, if you temper your Astragons to a certain point, you can manipulate the time that makes you age? Heck, we have elders that hit the four digits in years and they're still kickin'." *She spoke with a casual smile.* "Any questions?"

  Blake: ".. What does temper mean?"

  Isabella: "Pssshtahahahahah."

  --

  Blake: *He blinked several times and stared at a snowy landscape, as the Scoldrant flew under the dark clouds.* "Why am I thinkin' of such random things?"

  Scoldrant: "Meeeheeehehehe." *It flapped its wings and flew at an angle, allowing it to skilfully curve its flight pattern.*

  Blake: "Pfft, I, like, didn't ask for your opinion, aye." *He hissed while rolling his eyes.*

  --

  Isabella: "Anyway, Blaze-"

  Blake: "Blake-"

  Isabella: "- Our Scoldrants become one with the planet, Scoldrant Users believe this method is disgusting and against the true order of things."

  Blake: "If your Scoldrant isn't here, doesn't that mean he's dead?"

  Isabella: "Talking about death so freely... You're kinda a freak."

  Blake: "She called me all sorts of names, but once I got to know her, it never felt like it was a personal attack. Can't tell if that's sexy or not, fufuf."

  Isabella: "The Scoldrant is still with us, as our Soul Link still works. They become part of the compass scale, allowing us to freely use the four elemental affinities."

  Blake: "Fore Hunters.. Why that name?"

  Isabella: "Originally, we were tired of being shunned by Rostical Users-" *She formed a fist.* "Due to Scoldrants, their lack of knowledge, their close-minded attitudes."

  Blake: "You mean, they were afraid of Scoldrants, or because of Scoldrants?"

  Isabella: "What do you think, dummy dumdum Blaze?"

  Blake: "It's Blake, Bell. But why sacrifice your Scoldrant?"

  Isabella: "For someone who doesn't even have one, I'm kinda confused with the concern? C'mon!" *She jumped to the side, facing Blake.* "What's your backstory?"

  Blake: "B-Backstory?"

  Isabella: "Don't be lame, what's the deal with you?"

  Blake: "My parents sold me away because I'm.."

  Isabella: "Ah? A kid? Dumdum?" *She shook her head.*

  Blake: "Because I'm not like the other boys."

  Isabella: *She scratched her head in confusion.* "I don't get you.. So, the Scoldrant?"

  Blake: "It was apparently disgusted in me, too. So, I never had the chance to Soul Link."

  Isabella: "That sounds weird. If it was so disgusted, maybe you shoulda just did the good 'ol Fore Hunter style." *She smirked in an evil-like manner.*

  Blake: *He looked up and sighed with growing anxiety.* "I fink I need to head back soon."

  Isabella: "Head back?"

  Blake: "To the orphanage."

  Isabella: "Wait? Weren't you complainin' they treat you like a dirty lamp?"

  Blake: *He gasped in disgust and staggered back in disbelief.* "That word-"

  Isabella: "Psshtahahaha! Things are kinda different in the real world, Blazey boy. Don't come and whine to me about being bullied."

  Blake: "Bullied?" *He whispered on his breath in shock.* "How did you-?"

  Isabella: "Come on! You've never really lived your life, or ya think I'm stupid."

  Blake: "Well, you kinda do look unsexy.." *He gasped at himself and quickly leant back in a frightened-like manner.*

  Isabella: "Pssshthaha, you sneaky shit." *She bumped Blake with a smile and walked past him, as if she didn't care.*

  Blake: "Amy taught me how to stand up for myself. Bell taught me how to speak my mind.. I owe those bitches a lot."

  Isabella: "If you're getting harassed or bullied, you don't have a right to bitch about it, if you aren't doing anything about it."

  Blake: "..."

  Isabella: "You won't get any sympathy from me-"

  Blake: "I don't want any! It's way harder to deal wif those bullies than you make it sound."

  Isabella: "Lame. You're pretty lame."

  Blake: "I'm not lame! I'm just different and there's nofing wrong wif that!"

  Isabella: *She smirked in a cocky-like manner.* "Nice."

  Blake: "What's so funni?!"

  Isabella: "You're sticking up for yourself now."

  Blake: "I-...?" *He spoke in shock, as if he was surprised.*

  Isabella: "Tell me how hard it is to stick up for yourself again?"