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Four years prior.

Mille & Tiss.

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A young, teen female braixen lay atop a stained mattress on the floor amid a collapsed bed frame, cuddled up to a slightly smaller braixen of the same gender, whose eyes were closed.

The room around them was dusty and neglected with a doorless frame, bare, dilapidated shelves, and a broken window that the moon and cool, nighttime air entered through.

The bigger braixen held a dull gaze, her arms wrapped around the other while holding her close.

“Mille, I can’t sleep…” the smaller one uttered.

Mille sighed and rubbed her back. “I know, but we got to rest for a bit.”

The smaller one opened her eyes, one of which were red. “Are they really gone forever?”

Mille’s throat tightened for a moment. She squeezed the smaller braixen. “Tiss.”

“Hm?” She looked up at Mille.

“We have to go.”

“When?”

“Now,” Mille said and sat up, pressing her paw into the bed.

“Why?” Tiss sat after her with a few blinks. “We’ve been walking all day.”

“I’m sorry, Tiss, but, I won’t let them take you too.” Mille got off the bed and stood.

Tiss looked up at her. “Are they gone forever?”

“Get up," she hissed. "They tagged you."

She groaned and stood begrudgingly, stepping off the bed. “But we walked all day.” Tiss pouted.

Mille grabbed Tiss' wrist and started out of the room, then stopped mid-step after hearing a creak, her ear twitching. “Get– g-get back in the room,” she whispered, her breaths starting to heavy. She pushed Tiss back.

Tiss backpedaled and clasped her hands with folded ears. “Mille?”

“Hush. Don’t move.” Mille looked back at Tiss’s wide eyes. She turned ahead and peeked out into the hall, peering against another creak that sounded much, much closer.

Mille held her breath and swallowed, tensing her ear and tilting her head toward the frame to listen.

A creak.

Silence.

Another couple of creaks.

Mille peeked again but still couldn’t see anything.

Then, a figure darted from behind the corner of the wall down the hall, held out a pistol, and thpf— expelled a dart from its barrel that zipped inches past Mille’s eyes.

“Uh!” Mille gasped and swiftly backed up into the room. Before she could properly process the event, she heard a swift series of thuds outside the room and built flammable energy within that traveled up her throat and warmed the inside of her mouth.

The figure reached the doorway and was struck by moonlight, revealing a young woman in a black outfit, equipment, and a dart gun in her hand. However, they had arrived as Mille’s mouth and throat flared with searing flames that forced sparks to fly out of her pursed mouth.

“Mbhh!” Mille opened her mouth and shot a thick, steady stream of fire that struck the woman’s chest. It sent her flying back against the wall and broke it in with a harsh grunt, instantly setting her ablaze.

Mille swiveled around and snatched a petrified Tiss’s arm.

“Ih!” Tiss squeaked. She stumbled forward against her sister’s sudden yank and folded her ears against her head as they paced passed the burning woman squealing and rolling about, which spread active flames to the surrounding floor and walls.

The young braixen looked back, the sweltering bright orange reflecting off her orbs. "Hf–" she was abruptly pushed back by Mille’s paw, and as Tiss regained her balance, she looked up at a taller young man wearing the same outfit as that woman. He stood inches before Mille with wide eyes.

“What did you do?” He looked past the two braixen at the woman now lifeless on the floor with flames blaring around her and spreading across the home’s interior. “You sorry, worthless fucking ferals," he seethed with clenched fists. His eyes were no longer that of a working agent, but of sheer rage.

Mille glanced at his fist as he raised it and threw a swift punch at her face, which she dodged by stepping and leaning back. “T-Tiss, run!” She extended her claws after the man missed, then reached and raked the back of his shoulder while holding a firm jaw.

“Ghnn!” he grunted and reached to hold the deep red scratches. "Fuck!"

Tiss watched Mille throw herself at him and shove him to the floor, falling on top of him. The young braixen glanced aside and up at the ceiling as the blistering flames crept across every surface they could. “M-Mille.” She started shaking with rapid, panicked breaths.

The man turned over and swung another fist at Mille, which connected with her jaw and made her groan and sputter. "We're getting you two scum one way or another! You uncaught pokémon ruin everything you touch." He then pulled a dart from his pocket and jabbed it inside her arm, which made her tense it and flex her paw.

“Hndh!” Mille cried and gritted her teeth, glowering at the man. She held her breath and began heating her body until it ignited and covered her fur in orange flames tinged with blue. As the man started scrambling away with dilated eyes, she grabbed and clawed at his clothing, tearing it while turning up the heat.

“A-Ah! Get off! No!" He pushed at her body but ripped his trembling hands away due to her searing temperature. "Aghhip-please! It’s– it’s hott!”

The moment she grew hot enough, Mille pressed her lips together and burst the flames around her, setting the man and a portion of the floor around him on fire.

He, too, started screeching and attempting to stand, patting himself frantically to rid of the scorching fire that consumed him without relent.

Mille backed off and stood as the fire concealing her fur doused, again grabbing her sister’s arm while panting and tugging her out the front door into the yard. “I told you to run,” she said, her tone blunt.

“I-I couldn’t. I’m s-sorry.” Tiss’s eyes started to gloss with tears soon accompanying.

“Ughn…” Mille used her other paw to rip the dart out of her arm, but she started dragging and tripping over her steps as they exited the yard into a residential area. “Tiss, rhn,” she slurred.

Tiss glanced at her arm as Mille’s grasp left it, then gasped as her sister fell to her knees.

Residents began exiting their homes to witness the structure engulfed in smoking flames, with many pulling out their phones, either recording or making a call.

“Mille…” Tiss crouched and gripped her sister’s paw. Her eyes were full of tears; the fur beneath them and on her cheeks were damp with them.

“Go.” Mille’s eyes hazed and started to draw closed, which she flickered to keep open and looked up at her. “Jhst… run and keep running.”

“I d– I don’t wanna!” Tiss clenched her paws with quivering lips. “They’ll get me anyway. I’ll go with you.”

“No, Tss. They’ll do… th-they’ll do awful thngs to you.” Mille twitched, her voice fading. “Go.” Mille’s eyes closed, and she started going limp.

After Mille fell unconscious, Tiss sat in place and watched her with hopeless, tear-stricken eyes.

A man approached the yard from one of the homes but stood at a distance with his arms crossed. “Did you two deviants set fire to this home? The rangers are on their way now, so you’ll be in a world of trouble!”

Tiss stood and turned to look at him with folded ears and a tucked-in tail, glancing back at the roaring fiery structure filling the surrounding air with ash and the stench of burning wood.

And she started to cry again with accompanying whimpers. She held her paws.

After several minutes, sirens now blaring in the distance, a hooded teen boy approached the yard and got a lot closer than the man, who had returned across the street. “Need help?”

Tiss stared at him, her chest heaving with suppressed sobs.

“Tagged?” he asked.

She stared seconds longer before briefly holding her breath and nodding.

“Might be able to fix that for you. Follow me…” He looked at Mille. “But we don’t have time to bring her."