Asylum- FireFire. Fire filling the sky, turning it yellow-orange-red and glowing swirling like a portal into hell. Smoke clogging up the sky and clinging to the broken shattered sooty walls. Smell of sulfur and blasted rock and gasoline and some sickish-sweet Irken fuel, Dib thinks.Asylum- Fire in Fan Fiction More Like This
All he can do is stare. Stare up at the sky and watch the flames lick the bellies of the clouds of smoke. It's almost sexual. It's dark and ash is starting to collect in his lungs, making Dib feel like he's suddenly loaded 20 years as a smoker onto his respiratory system. He can't breathe. His shoulders scream dully and constantly, but he's learned to ignore that. He can't move them anyway. It's too hard to get up in this straitjacket. Dib doesn't feel like struggling to do so. Last time he tried, his shoulder pulled out of socket.
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