The wildfires among Croft

Prologue: The Wildfires

Fire, Michael loved everything about it. The warmth it gives, the light it makes, and most of all the way it burns. Michael is very tall and skinny with black untidy hair. Everything about him looked normal except for one thing. He was diagnosed with pyromania when he was just five years old, he was never proud of it. Ever since then he has done his fair share of accidents. Setting his neighbors garden on fire, burning the science lab. But this time Michael went too far and he new it.

Michael that fatal day was in his relatively small but cozy home, cooking dinner for his mom like usual. His mom was nice but didn't have much strength since she was coming to age, So he has to cook most of her meals. He didn't mind it though, he loved to cook. He always tried new combinations of spices and also created some of his own recipes.

"What will it be tonight ma?" Michael asked. "surprise me" his mother replied as she smiled. Michaels mom always loved to see what her son will come up next as he always makes something new every day.

"Got it, thanks ma." As Michael started to turn the fire up, he felt the usual urge to burn. However this time Michael didn't have his lighter. Michael would always keep his lighter nearby if he felt the urge to burn something. When he felt the urge he would flick it open and stare at it for a few seconds in order to satisfy his urges. It was always a grave mistake to forget his lighter, he would feel more obligated to burn. The longer he is without it until he can't take it anymore and try to burn something, it didn't matter what just something with whatever he could find.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to look at it for a bit. I haven't seen fire in all day." Michael thought as he turned the fire up and stared in awe. He could never imagine a life without fire as it danced about. This pleasure was short lived as he then started hearing a hissing noise, a horrible realization came upon him. "Oh fuck what the hell am I doing!?" Michael exclaimed as he started panicking

HIs mother heard the commotion from the kitchen. Worried she got up from her seat and investigated the noise. "Is everything all right in there?" she asked in a worried manner. Before Michael could even answer, a flash came upon poor Michael and his mother. He felt shock, he felt pain, and then he felt nothing.

He woke up to the sound of a beeping noise. When he finally opened his eyes he found himself in a hospital hooked up to a heart monitor and covered with multiple bandages. Then a figure that Michael assumed to be a doctor entered the room.

"Look who finally decided to wake up." The figure said in an uninterested manner. Michael wasn't surprised the figure has likely seen this a thousand times in his career. When Michael tried standing up from his bed, he felt a sudden twinge of pain on his side. He groaned in response to this, the figure kept his uninterested tone and replied "I wouldn't advise you to move too much, due to the explosion that occurred you have a lot of permanent burns on your body." 

As soon as Michael heard the word explosion he immediately sat up ignoring the pain and questioned "Wait what about ma Is she all right?" The figure responded while still keeping a plain and uninterested tone "To be honest I'm don't know, no one knows. Her body was found on top of yours, we aren't sure what happened but we think that she may have jumped in front of you to save you."

Michael then slouched down sadly "its all my fault. If my stupid pyromaniac ass wouldn't have been distracted by a god damn STOVE! out of all things, none of this would have happened." "I'm sure it wouldn't have." the figure said.

The figure then said "Since your is mother being under treatment, you have nowhere to go. Except for one place." Michael then stood up in confusion "where?"

"A little place called the croft estate and if I'm correct your brothers home. In a few weeks after you are treated, you should be transported there until further notice." Michael wasn't sure how to feel about all these sudden events. Either way he knew that there was no looking back.

"Sullivan here I come."

End chapter

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