Flame

Chapter 1

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Just a warning; don't mess with me, I have a bad temper.

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I've been alone since I was ten years old. It's not important on how it came to that conclusion. Let's just say I've been homeless ever since. But with my gift, that didn't matter.

Being in high school is difficult but luckily it's the last year. I haven't been able to make any friends or keep a clean reputation. Not that any of it matters in the end, I was supposed to be the enemy after all.

"Oh look! It's the girl with the short temper!" someone called out. I turned to my right to find it was Scott Cress, for fuck's sake.

I gave him a glare in hope he'd shut up but he only smirked "I heard you killed your parents out of anger! Someone has some anger issues!"

Scott Cress is the kind of teenage loser to find bullying amusing, to dig deep and tug on people's heart strings for fun. It won't be fun for any longer if he continues.

I denied to reply, I looked as cold as I could, knowing I'm the far opposite.

"Speak, bitch, I don't have all day!" his smirk grew wider but he wasn't getting anything out of me.

This happens everyday; either him, one of his friends or some bitches in another group decide to come at me with comments that don't even hurt. I only get infuriated because of my short temper. Hearing it everyday, it gets annoying after a while.

I curl my fingers into a fist on each hand as my expression stays emotionless. His smirk lingers on his face before it turns into a shocked face as he then gasps dramatically "Someone's getting a tad annoyed!" he laughed.

So I dashed over there and fucking punched his jaw in, and I mean I punched it in. Within seconds. He lost at least six teeth. Everyone rushed over to his aid whilst I backed away. His jaw punched inwards, missing teeth and a nasty third-degree burn on his face, exactly where I punched him.

Time passed until I was called to the principal's office. I stood up from my chair and left the room. I guess this is worth it; I get to miss a bit of maths. I don't get maths at all.

I walk all the way to the opposite side of the building to get to the door of the office. I lift my hand up to knock but before I could, the door opens and I'm dragged inside. The principal had grabbed my forearm and dragged me dangerously close to him.

"Ruby," he started "You punched Scott and left third-degree burns on him-"

"And missing teeth!" I interrupted. Can you blame me? I'm glad he finally shut his gob.

"Ruby, you know not to hurt other students." he calmly said, trying not to lose his temper with me. Probably because he did last time and that didn't end well for him at all. Let's just say he was covered in burns.

"But, sir," I protested "Being verbally and physically bullied everyday is uncalled for."

"There's no such evidence to your claim."

Well no, I can't whip the traumatic memories from being bullied from my brain and show him like it was on paper.

"Aren't there cameras?" I questioned.

"Yes but they're not seen as reliable enough to use for or against students and staff, evidence wise."

"Then why haven't you replaced them?" I questioned once more.

"Because we, as the school, have decided that cameras are not necessary within the building. They're only there because our technicians haven't taken them down yet."

Are you fucking serious?!

"Seriously?!" I raised my voice.

He tugged on my arm he still had hold of until we were touching each other. He lowered his head down to my ear.

"If you don't shut up, I'm gladly fuck your supernatural, inhuman body right here, right now." he whispered.

That made me furious. But before I could react he had already put cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Well, I'm screwed, or will be screwed against my own will.

He walked over to the windows and closed the blinds, covered the small window on the door before walking back over to me "If you dare try and burn me again, you will suffer the consequences." he threatened. But to me, that was an empty threat. I couldn't help but let a laugh escape my dry lips.

His eyes were close to closing and his eyebrows became daggers "Don't you fucking dare push your luck." he commanded. I just laughed again, I really couldn't take him seriously.

Well, that was until he injected my neck with something unfamiliar. My body became extremely cold and my powers couldn't fight against it. I started to panic as he grabbed me by my waist and forced me even closer to him as he started taking his suit jacket off, before then his white collared shirt to reveal his hairy chest.

He pushed my head to touch his skin as he hugged me to the point that I couldn't breathe. His scent was similar to cow shit. I thought that was going to kill me more than anything.

He then pulled me away slightly as he removed his suit trousers. Then his boxers. Until his four inch-ish dick was revealed.

I started gagging at the sight of it so I looked over to his desk on my right. His desk was quite messy. A desktop PC sat there with the keyboard and mouse, a lot of paperwork, his phone, his earphones and a few stamps that were probably detention themed.

He suddenly grabbed the bottom of my chin to look down at it. I really wanted to just throw up on it. He noticed my disgusted face as he slapped me hard before threatening to knock me out. My eyes widened at that as I gagged once more at the sight. Before I knew it, I was gone.

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