Elemental Defenders

Part 1: Frozen Fire

"Shall we get the kid? He is useful, and knows how to work the ring, but I'm not sure. After all, he did cause the orphanage accident..." Vlad muttered.
"Quit whining, Romanoz; we have our orders and we are to give him his. If he truly wants to leave the mob and live in the U.S then he has to kill some ex-CIA operatives for us."
"Alright Petrovich, but if this comes back to bite us, I'm blaming it on you."
The two Russian mobsters, hired by Vladimir Razmanov, were sent to bail out the boss's "kid". The failed hitman as he was called, with all his power somehow he always ended up inside the building they were standing outside of now. This dilapidated building, formerly a Soviet Gulag, The Moscow Juvenile Delinquent Center.
Inside the former gulag, many hours away from Moscow in the middle of nowhere, was where Mother Russia hid only the most dangerous or clinically insane youth. Sitting in solitary confinement was a 17 year old, the former bearer of the Ring of Fire: Nova Dragunov. He was about five-feet eleven-inches in height with short blonde hair which flipped up in front. He was, by far, the most well dressed and well fed out of all the other dangerous youth thanks to the fact his father was one of the most powerful men in the region. He sported a black leather jacket with flames at the edges of the sleeves and bottom of the coat atop a red t-shirt along with a pair of denim jeans, resembling more of a blazing inferno than the typically reds. To top it all off his eyes were a brownish-red, a side effect of the usage of his ring. He had the average complexion of a 17 year old. He was incredibly good looking, not intimidated by much, he sported his cocky grin.
He, unwillingly, was a hitman for the Russian mob, dissatisfied with how they used his ability to control the ring. Sadly, being forced to do evil things is what happens when one unfortunately get adopted by the most influential mobster in all of Russia. He had to live with the fact that he was a murderer, one who, if he did not do as ordered, would be killed himself. Sure, he had the ring, occasionally, but one can only fight with flame fists for so long against mobsters with assault rifles. His latest "escapade" involved burning his old home, an orphanage, to the ground. The reason: according to his so called father it was to leave his sentimentality and caring nature with the ashes. This was not the case. Instead Vladimir Razminov had stoked the wrong flames; he had stoked the ones which feed revenge. Revenge for fifteen other children whom Nova had called friend, the ones who he was forced to watch burn. Soon Razminov would burn. How soon? Well according to the nearby guards, fairly soon.
"Well, well it's about time you guys bailed me out," Roy spoke with a cocky attitude. It's not like Vladimir's two lackeys , Romanoz and Petrovich could do anything to him. The where both dishonorable cowards, unable to do anything but follow Vladimir about being complete kissups, it disgusted him.
"Shut up Roy, we are only doing this so Vlad can get rid of you, he's sending your smug ass to America," Petrovich silently chuckled to himself. Nova hated being called Roy, it was the Russian mobs way of making him feel inferior and the sniveling underling knew it.
"Just open the doors, and please call me Nova," he was barely keeping his patience with the older gentleman, and would gladly be rid of him, he just needed to wait, wait until an opportunity to rid the world of two more pathetic wastes of space.
" Your name is Roy Nova, you work under me and more importantly under the future ruler of all of Mother Russia I suggest you hold your tongue you disrespectful little bastard."
That one stung, it was Nova's one area of insecurity. He was an orphan abandoned by his parents and wanted by nobody. He was pretty much raised in the orphanage until Vladimir "adopted" him. It was more of a purchase of slavery, he felt like the only reason he was here was because of the cruel man's insesent need for other people to gain him power. No matter who it was or why, Vlad did what he wanted with no repercussions, and no sense of morals. To Nova, he was yet another example of a flawed society that needed to be cleansed of all the horrid souls seeking to ruin other people's lives.
"Just open the door," Nova said barely holding his composure together. Petrovich opened the door to the large cell and began to walk towards the three motorcycles clustered together outside. In his hand was Nova's power ring, the source of the sacred flames of the fallen. Rumored to be composed of the bones of the last Phoenix the ring gave the wearer complete control over fire. This was Nova's greatest weapon, his line of defense and offense, with it he was unbeatable, without it however he was as weak as any other teenage boy.