The dance of our skin

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The room was dark, that was the first thing Incendia noticed when her eyes opened, it was not a normal dark, but a tangible, thick smog, choking her lungs and burning her throat with it's acrid stench. Panicking she jumped out of bed, searching blindly for the window and throwing it wide.

The thick smoke lifted, allowing her to breath again. Stepping back, she screamed, a sharp pain spiking her foot. Hearing her scream, her dad burst into the room. "what's wrong honey, are you ok?" he practically yelled.

"I ummm, stepped on a price of Lego..." she quietly mumbled.

"what" he asked laughing.

"it's really painful" giving him the whimpering 'going-for-sympathy' look.

Her dad just laughed and left the room. Deciding that if she wanted to be on time for school, she would have to get dressed, Incendia walked to her wardrobe, looking in the mirror she wondered what to do with her hair today.

'can't I just go in my pj's, school uniform sucks!' she thought. she turned so she was squarely facing the mirror, staring straight into her own chocolate brown eyes that couldn't decide if they were quite brown or black. She sighed, her brown bob was not siting quite right and her fringe looked weird. But it would have to do. Her olive skin looked pale however. 'but that could be because of that weird smoke-stuff this morning' she decided. Turning and grabbing her black and purple blazer she ran down stairs, passing her mum and dad, she shouted "bye mum, bye dad, love ya" and ran out the door.

"Incendia Epiphany Cohen, stop!" a mysterious voice called.

No one new her middle name, turning around she saw a tall pale man, waiting for her on her door step " you must come with me now!" he told her, his voice carrying a commanding tone, that said don't-mess-with-me. Quickly a blacked out Rolse-Royce pulled up, and she was bundled in.

Unbeknowned to her, around the world, people were awakening to this and having the same thing happen to each person.