Last night I was thinking about one of my darker aus where Scott is burned alive on a pyre, and I wrote a little bit for it. I'm not planning on expanding it or putting it up on AO3 or anything, so I thought I might as well put it on tumblr for my followers to read! It's descriptive, so please be careful reading it <3
Until his throat is ash, until his voice cords have melted, until his nerves have stopped regenerated. Scott screams until he physically can’t. The pain is unimaginable, and yet he bears it— is forced to bear it. The tears that had streamed down his face had long since evaporated, the pressure of the fire building and building and building inside his eyes until they had popped, the liquid inside cascading down his charred cheeks.
In the first minutes, blistered skin had grown back rapidly with every lick of the flames, but as the pyre grew in size, its fierce heat soaring across his legs, his chest and arms, his head, not even the ancient power in his veins was enough. The layers of his skin were stripped away, peeled back for fat to render and disperse, muscles to shrink and contract, bones to crackle and fracture.
Scott was aware of it all, undying—unliving—being torn down, only to feel the rapidly regrowth of the soft flesh of his neck as it reattached itself to writhing muscles, shredded sinew, warped bones, his scorched, born-anew nerves repaving the path of pain.
Only for it all to start over again. Unending.
He screams again and again, a broken songbird, its wings not clipped but melted.
At first, Scott had mocked the humans—he had taunted them with his immortality. When the torch had been lit, his words had changed, taunts became threats, threats became promises. It did not matter. Wood was set alight, and Scott had burned. His shouts became angry, he started to curse them all. Martyn, Ren, even Pearl, who had protested. But most of all Abolish, who came up with the idea. Scott hated them all regardless, he hated them, but as he burned, as anger made way for pain, and pain made way for fear, that hatred turned into desperation instead.
Not to die, but to never die. To stay ignited until the sun itself burned out, to stay in this endless cycle of pain-fear-grief-desperation until there was nothing left but the ashen remains of memories long incinerated.
