Awareness.
It hit her like a brick as she gained consciousness. Despite not being much of a morning person, her first thought was perfectly clear.
What in the Kentucky Fried Fuck just happened?
You see, Lasair was fairly certain she was dead, based on the fact that she probably didn’t dream a picture perfect scene of slowly bleeding out after being hit by a truck. She always thought she would go out with a bang, or at least would be able to see the end coming. But alas, her last memory was of walking back across a small country road to her car. The fact that she was outside of her car on a road in the ass end of nowhere had nothing to do with a lighter and the small patch of burning grass behind her. Lasair was absolutely not a pyromaniac with too much access to fire starters. But as she had walked back across the road, the crackle of flames that she definitely didn’t start was overtaken by the sound of crunching gravel. She glanced to the left- and that was it. A sight of metal, the sound of her own bones breaking, and the next thing she knew our pyroma-law abiding citizen was lying on the road in a pool of her own blood. As she watched truck-kun drive away, she had one last thought.
Fucking bastard didn’t even stop.
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Back to here and now, where was here and when was now. Lasair took in her surroundings. All 360 degrees of them. that was not supposed to happen. she tried to cover her eyes, and found her arms were numb. oh wait, it appears she didn't have arms anymore. Or legs, or a torso, or a head, and what the fuck was going on. she turned her vision onto herself, and what did she find? A gem. A simple red gem, barely two inches long, had replaced the entirety of her body.
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What.
Now you must understand, Lasair hated surprise. In high school she had been an anxiety driven mess. How could she be prepared for something she didn't know existed? Should she prepare anyway? What was she even preparing for? Suffice to say, she had been running on nothing but paranoia and spite. But it was in that same hellhole that most refer to as the American education system that she found her two loves. They had both been found in the same class even! When she had signed up for Computer Science Principles she had been looking for nothing more than an easy A. A friend, one of the few she had, told Lasair that the teacher was soft and would give extra credit away like party favors. But then she found the first of her loves: code. Code couldn't betray you, couldn't stab you in the back. You put something in, a result comes out. And if that result is wrong, then it is your fault. You put one instead of zero. Code was a system of cold hard facts, and its steadfast results became her most prized possession. And then, a few units into the class, they had done a unit on 2D rendering. Just a simple week-long project, just make one image, show me what you can do. Lasair on a whim, decided to make a little picture of a flame. So she picked up a gas station lighter, red of course, and thus she met her second love. Flame was the opposite of code. Instead of cold and steadfast indifference, flame was greedy. It did not care what it consumed so long as it was fed, and could burn ever brighter. Flame could not betray you because it was not your ally in the first place. If this love had led to Lasair committing one, or two, or twenty-three counts of minor arson, who cares? The fire must be fed. All of this to say that she was currently a very surprised tiny red crystal.
I know I don't exactly fit the status quo, but this is a little extre-
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