[b]Myriah - Outpost - Fire[/b]

She sat in her cabin, alone. She could spot the sun setting if she positioned herself by the window right. She was desperately trying to take her mind off the events of today and all of the horrible mistakes she made in such a short span of time. The council members had been unable to come to a unanimous decision regarding [i]anyone's[/i] guilt, but enough screaming and shouting had gone on to put everyone on edge. Citizens were already talking about her, she knew. With all of the council members wearing their emotions on their sleeves, everyone knew something was up. Matt-- Or perhaps even Isaac-- had probably started telling people their side of the story, planting the seeds she knew would come. It didn't matter that a few people were talking about Enrique as well, that anyone was starting to believe she had betrayed them all was a major blow to her character.

Everyone was still on edge about Samantha. About Reggie. They would be out for blood.

She wouldn't have much time to fix this, if that was even possible. She had people who would think the best of her no matter what she did, but it wouldn't amount to much. She was thankful Rudy had left when he did to miss all of this nonsense.

A knock at the door set Myriah's heart racing. She stood up sharply and gripped the edge of her seat, her mind racing at the possibilities. It could be someone waiting to chew her out, or--or possibly--

"No, no. Calm down." She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. She waited until her heart pumped at a normal rate before cautiously walking over to the front door and opening it. The person knocking turned out to be Michael, who stared at her a moment, before suddenly rushing her. Myriah screamed out, but the man put a hand over her mouth and silenced her. Her adrenaline soared all over again and she roughly shoved against him, but she found it was like pushing against a brick wall. She kicked out with her feet and ineffectually hit Michael in the shins, who started shoving her around as a response. He managed to pull her close to the front door so that he could close it before pushing her against the wall a second time.

"Just stop," he said, his French accent sounding thicker than usual. "I have not come to hurt you." He said this with slight amusement, and Myriah glared daggers at him. She tried to bite at his hand, but he manoeuvred it under her jaw instead. She grunted and groaned, but still Michael would not relent. "Oh, Myriah, I honestly thought you had died. Jonas seemed so sure of himself, at the time." He stared into her eyes and squeezed at her jaw. "I had grown tired of Outpost. It was not the place for me. I was in the area on some... business, and I decided to see how the old place was doing."

She continued to relent, even though exhaustion was already starting to bring her down. For all her effort and strength, she hadn't managed to do a thing. "You got your second chance, Myriah, but I don't think it will last you much longer. I just wanted to let you know that. You got your hands dirty so clumsily, after all. Like you said, you are not very cut out for being a leader." He let go of her now, and all she could manage to do was shakily lean back against the wall. She placed her hands behind her, unwilling to slip to the ground in front of this man. "I have been around the block, so to speak, and you're probably one of the worst, even. If you plan on continuing this, I suggest you lock your door tightly from now on."

Michael turned to leave, shaking his head. "Unbelievable. Not even worth my time." He left the cabin after that, closing the door softly behind him. Myriah felt her strength give away and she finally fell to the floor, her glasses bouncing off her face once again and her hair falling into her eyes. She hugged herself and sobbed.

***

It was later that evening when a spark was ignited. It caught hold of one of the cabin's out of sight from the watchers on the wall. It grew quickly, growing into a rapid and blazing fire that overtook the cabin. Thankfully, the cabin was largely isolated from the others, but that still didn't mean the others were safe. The wind managed to carry debris far enough to set fire to a second cabin, this one dangerously closer to others. People became aware of the fire soon after the second cabin caught fire, crowding around the source and becoming fearful of what was happening. A contingency was not in place for a fire, as Outpost had never suffered a massive one before. Now two cabins were ablaze, and the people of Outpost were scrambling to prevent it from spreading further.

Rhonda instantly knew the first cabin to be Myriah's, and she screamed over everyone for someone to save her. Unfortunately, by the time she and the others had gathered, Myriah's cabin was too far gone. The second cabin was not so dangerous, so a group of scouts ran inside to save the occupants...