Okay, maybe running into a burning building wasn't my best idea.
                              It was instinct. Professor Callahan was in there somewhere.
                              "Tadashi!" I could hear Hiro screaming as I dashed forward. I felt my hat fall off and shrugged.
                              If I died, at least Hiro would have something to remember me by.
                              Diving through the door, I began to sprint for the exhibition floor.
                              "PROFESSOR CALLAHAN!" I screamed.
                              No response. At least not from the professor. I did get a completely different response, however.
                              The flames surged and I heard an explosion inside the building, one that pushed me onto my back.
                              Taking a ragged gasp of air, I recieved a mouthful of fiery gasoline.
                              What in the world exploded?
                              I tried to climb to my feet, but was knocked over by a secondary explosion.
                              Temporarily blinded, I heard something rattling past my head. They sounded surprisingly like...Hiro's Megabots!
                              "Hiro? If you're in here, get out!" I yelled.
                              No answer.
                              Stumbling up blindly, I began to run again, hoping against hope that I would get to the exhibition floor and find Callahan alive.
                              Finally finding the door I was looking for, I sprinted in between the abandoned experiments and prototypes, screaming, "PROFESSOR!" over and over.
                              I could feel the fire eating at my jacket and my pants.
                              He's not here.
                              My heart sank. He couldn't have survived this if he hadn't gotten out yet.
                              Turning, I started back towards the door.
                              A wall of fire blocked my path.
                              No.
                              I whirled again, heading for the back door.
                              A flaming light bank from the ceiling fell down in my way.
                              No!
                              I had to get back to the others.
                              To the gang.
                              To Hiro.
                              Steeling my nerves for the pain, I ran at the flames between me and freedom.
                              Vaulting over the burning poles, I yelled in pain as I felt the flesh on my hands sear off. 
                              A section of roofing fell behind me and I ducked, using my arms to shield my neck and head.
                              Turning to look, I could see the moon through the opening in the hole.
                              Slowly, the burning sensation on my palms stopped. I looked down to see they were healed, if a bit red.
                              Curious, I reached out and touched the hot metal again.
                              No pain. The fire flowed over my fingers, leaving a warm tickling sensation.
                              Turning to where I was once again blocked by fire, I took a chance.
                              Focusing on the fire moving out of the way, I shoved my hand out like I was pushing the air in front of me.
                              It didn't work.
                              Frowning, I focused harder, not doing the hand gesture this time.
                              Slowly, the fire began to move away from me, providing a clear path to the back door.
                              "Yes!" I cheered.
                              A crash behind me propelled me forward.
                              I may be fireproof, for some unknown reason, but I am not immune to collapsing buildings.
                              Bursting out the door, I took a deep breath of the night air. Faintly over the roaring fire, I heard screaming. 
                              Hiro.
                              I broke into a sprint again, rounding the building.
                              "HIRO!" I yelled.
                              I could see Aunt Cass trying to pull Hiro away from the flames. 
                              "Tadashi's in there, Auntie Cass!" He yelled, wrenching his arm away.
                              "Hiro, don't!" Aunt Cass and I shouted at the same time.
                              Hiro heard me, but Aunt Cass must not have.
                              Your brother can see you. The others cannot. A voice whispered in my head.
                              "What?" I muttered out loud.
                              I'm sorry, young Guardian. Explanation is for a later time. Just tell your brother never to lose hope in you.
                              "Tadashi!" I kneeled down in front of Hiro.
                              "Listen, Bud, don't forget me okay?"
                              "Tadashi, why would I forget you?"
                              I sighed. "I can't give you the answers right now, but no matter what Aunt Cass says, no matter what the gang says, I'm here." I tapped his chest.
                              "Hiro, he's not coming out." Aunt Cass had caught up now. Her eyes passed right over me.
                              "What do you mean?" Hiro asked. "He's-"
                              "Hiro. It's too late." Aunt Cass pulled him into a hug.
                              Hiro squirmed slightly, probably trying to give me a confused look. I slowly rounded Aunt Cass and began to jog off. Turning to look at them again, I saw my little brother watching me with sad and confused eyes.
                              I looked down, then an idea popped into my head.
                              I held up a hand to wave at Hiro, then thought hard about my fingertips catching fire.
                              His eyes widened. I smiled sadly, then continued running.
                              "Wow, a whole building." A voice said next to me.
                              I turned and immediately tripped, surprise catching me off guard.
                              A teen floated in front of me. He had white hair and electric blue eyes. He was wearing a blue sweatshirt and brown pants, with no shoes. In his hand was a staff with a large hook on the top.
                              "I mean, it's unheard of. I fell in a lake, you blow up a building I just...wow."
                              His eyes were on the building behind me.
                              "Uh...who are you?" I asked slowly.
                              He turned and grinned.
                              "I'm Jack. You?"
                              "Tadashi."
                              "Well I gotta say, Tadashi, your eyes are kinda creepy. So is your hair."
                              "What?"
                              He waved a hand and the river under the bridge we were standing on froze over. I walked to the surprisingly clear surface and looked in.
                              "AAAH!" My hair was an unnatural red. My eyes were orange. I could see why he thought I was creepy.
                              "Wha-how?!" Jack laughed. 
                              "You're a Guardian, Man. You have to fit the profile. I didn't know there was a fire Guardian. I'm snow and stuff."
                              Jack. It hit me.
                              Jack Frost.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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