Burning to Ashes

Hello viewer! This is a fanfic about Gasoline's life. This fanfic belongs to BloodredMonster, do not edit unless you have permission. 
Gasoline is genderfluid, so I apologize if it's confusing.
== Day of Hatching ==
POV: Gasoline's mother
She gasped and smiled. Two tiny dragonets crawled out of the egg. Both looked nothing like her or her mate. But that was okay. They were beautiful. And dangerous she reminded herself. 
    The small, black SkyWing looked up at her mother. Her scales were of the burnt ashes of a volcano, and under them, glowed the magma deep within the crust. 
    Her twin, crawled out slowly, looking around curiously at her new world. The twin’s scales were very dull, dried of color, like a old, crusty crocodile that had been striped of every colorful scale, until it looked like living stone. She was still beautiful.
    “Hello Gasoline and Dull.” the new mother whispered to the two female dragonets. “We have lots to learn. Don’t we?” 
== Fire and Ash ==
=== Part 1 ===
Gasoline grunted. He was 4 and his mother already expected him to do everything right! Whatever, he thought, she hasn’t seen my full power yet.
    “Hi Gasoline!!” his sister shrilled. Dull was pretty childish for a 4 year old dragonet. 
    Grow up, get a life, or you may not be able to survive in this harsh world his brain snarled. “Hi there sister.” he said it in the most polite way possible, so his sister didn’t see his annoyance.
      “Thinking hard, huh? Mother been working you day and night again?” 
    “Yeah. She thinks I’m ready for my first mission.” he said with a dark tone, serious and thoughtful.
    “Already?! Your just a dragonet! That’s so cruel! You don’t- you don’t like it, do you? Your not going to do it? RIGHT?” She was definitely freaking out, Gasoline observed. 
    “Of course I will. This world is cruel, Dull. Learn to grow up.” he growled, repeating his thoughts, but aloud. “It’s the way it has to be.” 
      Her eyes showed pain and fear. And they reflected explosions of pain, dragons burning within the fire, smoke rising from Gasoline’s scales, and worst of all, Gasoline’s talons holding a dragon beneath his claws, the dragon burning to ash. And he liked it… her eyes seemed to reflect. 
    Yes, a part of his brain shouted, but the other part squashed it down. Pain. Fear. Death. Those words circled around him like a hurricane, and he internally screamed. 
    “This is the way it has to be.” he repeated again, but it sounded but sadder.
    “Gasoline please-“ But he walked away. He couldn’t bear his sister’s eyes and the tears dripping down the fearful face. He walked away, to know what he had to do
=== Part 2 [In progress of revising] ===
Days had past since the quarrel with his sister. This is the way it has to be, his thoughts echoed. He flinched as he remembered the pain in Dull’s eyes. Learn to grow up, he had said to her. 
    “Here you are, little child.” his mother dragged a whisper. “You know your job.” she said, and held up a big cactus-looking thing. 
    Gasoline nodded. He looked to the sky like a dragon on a mission. Him and his mother paced forward, towards the extravagant, noble ball. 
    They hid in the shadows of the night. The moons shone like the annoying glitter you could never get off of you. 
    Gasoline’s mother threw the cactus-like ball in the ballroom. Nothing happened. “Now.” she hissed.
      And Gasoline swept in elegantly, an eagle catching it’s prey. And the prey was the cactus bomb. He landed so perfectly, the room was silent. 
    “Firescales!" one of the SandWings shrieked. 
    “But she’s on our side! SkyWings are allied with Burn.” another retorted back.
    “Does that matter now?” Gasoline snarled, and then grabbed the cactus.
    It exploded, shiny, sharp needles, stabbing into many of the SandWings and SkyWings there. The others were injured by the fire of the explosive cactus. He smiled so wide, the scales could have fell off. He accepted this fate. His life was kill or be a nobody. Or a failure, his thoughts echoed. 
    Some dragons managed to survive. He looked over one of them menacingly, his shadow dripping slowly over the SandWing. She had dark-grey scales, and her sail was almost white. Blood dripped from her face, a needle sticking out.
    “No please! I’ll do anything! What do you want!” the SandWing screamed fearfully.
    “For every dragon in this room to be dead.” he growled and put his talon right on the SandWing’s face. The SandWing screeched in agony and it’s face melted to an ash. He kicked the SandWing’s body aside. She is dead-
    Pain. Death. Fear. The words whirled around his head again. He grunted and screamed. It was all in his head. It was all in his head! 
    He gasped. Dull! She laid down against the ground, blood dripping out of her nose and shoulders. 
    “What are you doing here!” Gasoline yowled furiously. 
    “I was going-“ she sputtered a cough “to tell you how terrible this would be..” she rasped and coughed again.
    “Dull please!” Gasoline blinked a tear of hot water that dripped down his face like a tiny waterfall. 
    Dull’s head was against the ground and she was still coughing. At least she was alive, but she won’t much longer if he didn’t get her out of here. But he couldn’t get her out. His talons would just kill her faster. “Dull?” his voice shook “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I know it’s too late- I’ve become a murderer- but I realized I don’t want to be this way. I wish to see you in heaven, though I know I won’t make it.” A waterfall of tears fell furiously from his face. “I should have listened-“ he whispered.
    She lifted her head a bit and smiled, but failed and breathed in more smoke, coughing. “At least I could save many by sacrificing my own.” Her head collapsed to the ground. She didn’t cough. She didn’t breath. She was gone.
    “NO!” Gasoline screamed. “No no no no no-“ he cried. “Mother. This is all your fault. And your going to pay for it.” he growled and left the scene, not wanting to face his mother just yet.
=== About a year later... ===
About a year later…
“I DON’T CARE ABOUT THIS ANYMORE, MOTHER!” Gasoline snarled
“Your my daughter, you do what I want you to do.” she hissed back
“I don’t want to be your ‘daughter’ then.” He replied, rage burning in his eyes. He hadn’t told his mother about how he prefers certain pronouns and didn’t identify as female, and he never would.
“Fine. I disown you then.” she said, a smile slithering across her face.
Gasoline turned around, face down focusing on his talons. “More like ‘disown the killer I’ve created. The murder machine I forced to do my dirty work.’ Well, Mother, wait no, Ex-Mother, you have no one to do that anymore. And you won’t be alive to find someone to do it.” He snarled, whipping around to see his mother’s face. It showed disgust and annoyance.
“You were born for death and killing, darling. You can’t even touch grass without it wilting and burning, to a little ash, crumbling apart while the rest of the grass watches it’s friend, family, or close one die.” she hissed back.
“Grass doesn’t have feelings.” Gasoline replied hoarsely.
“Right, I haven’t taught you a metaphor. But I’ll explain it now, as I might as well. A metaphor is comparing one thing to another. And I comparing the grass to the dragons you kill one by one.” She said, enjoying how Gasoline just stared blankly at her.
“At least I have a heart. You only have a rotted heart with worms biting holes through it.” Gasoline replied, becoming more and more angered by the fact that she didn’t just leave.
“Hah, you wouldn’t know what a heart was if it was shoved in your face and you had to swallow it down.” She examined her talons with a bored expression crawling all over her face.
“Maybe I do.” Gasoline’s mother was about to open her mouth but Gasoline kept talking. “Because what I’m about to do will end the life of one, but save the lives of many, who deserve it.”
Gasoline launched himself at his mother, but not quick enough. His mother stepped gracefully to the side and laughed, “You wish. But I’m your mother, therefore you wouldn’t, if you had a heart that is.”
Gasoline got up and wiped the dust off of him. “See, that’s where your wrong. You actually disowned me not that long ago. I don’t care for you. And I’m sure anyone who has sense wouldn’t either.” He reached for his mother’s tail, and successfully grabbed it.
His mother screamed in agony, and while she was distracted, he scraped his claws against her face, her scream bubbling, and then dying out. She collapsed to the floor. A lifeless statue, about to be melted away.
Gasoline didn’t even care. The amounts of things that she raised him to do were terrible. She didn’t deserve my love. She didn’t deserve another chance to breath.
But what about me… he thought
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