Fire

Chapter 1: Khole

Standing on the edge of the building I looked down. I was about thirty feet off the ground, and the next plain gray building was about ten feet away. The shouts behind me increased and I heard the patter of footsteps gaining on me. I leaped and landed hard on the next building, scraping up the palms of my hands. I began to spring towards a small door on the opposite side of the building.

Making it to the other side, I pulled open the door and threw myself in. The stairway echoed as I sprinted down each step and made it into a luxury looking hallway. I grabbed the nearest door handle and shouldered all my weight into it so it came crashing down. Inside the plain apartment with a plain kitchen and a plain bed, stood a rather startled young man that I was looking for. I lunged at him and held him in a headlock as the officials caught up to me. They saw the situation and slowly backed off.

"Let go of me!" the man exclaimed.

I smirked. "I'm fine." The officials stopped backing up and I made my demands. "Let me go free, and this little stinker doesn't die," I replied. I wasn't going to actually kill him. Probably just burn him.

"Fine, just try not cause anymore trouble," the older one replied. After all, what I had done wasn't that bad. Graffiti isn't that bad.

"Sweet," I walked backwards towards the window. I was on the second story. Leaping backwards, I slammed through the window and endured the surprised scream of my victim.

Water splashed around us as we landed in the pool. I pulled the fellow out of the chlorine water and looked him over. He had brown hair, that was cut standard length, and wore the standard white uniform that everyone should wear. His eyes were green, and not too happy either.

"What was that for?" he shouted as he stood up. He was about a year older than me. And I was seventeen, so I am guessing he had just moved into his own apartment.

I stuck out my spray paint stained hand. "I'm Khole."

"You're a radical women!" the boy shouted. I sighed and rolled up my sweater sleeves. Then I pulled back my hood to reveal a head of bright red hair. It was cut short, shorter than the officials allow.

The plain fellow gasped.

"And you are...?" I lead on.

"I am Roland. But that is non of your business. I shouldn't even be talking to you."

"I am going to call you Rolo, fair enough?" He shrugged. "Great. Ever have dreams, Rolo?" I questioned, looking into green eyes.

"Yes... Wait how did you know?"

"And do those dreams come true?" I continued, pulling out a black bandanna from my pocket.

Rolo looked surprised. "Yes, actually. It is super weird! But of course I can't tell anyone, I'd be fined!"

I rolled my eyes. "Come with me, Rolo. I'm going to help you." He shook his head.

"Gah, you either follow me willingly or I drag you by your ears. Your choice."

"Fine." Rolo followed along willingly and I rounded the corner from the poo in the plain alley to a small abandoned store front. I slipped thru some boards and walked through the musty store until I got to the backroom. Pushing open the door, I realized Rolo was following curiously behind me. The light blazed out from the open door as I flipped on the switch. Inside the room were all of my belongings. I picked up a towel and threw it to Rolo.

"What is this place?" he asked while drying his hair.

"It's my home. But that's not important." I smiled. "You want to know how I know you are a 'psychic'?" Rolo nodded.