The Phoenix Project

.:Pyromania Four:.

Hello fellow lovely readers! I am confuzled at the moment. Every time I click New Part it always puts the new chapter before the third chapter. AND THIS IS THE FOURTH ONE! NOT THE THIRD ONE!

I think all the ice cream in the world just melted. Oh my, it's a disaster.

So I don't know if this is just a glitch on my computer and will show up in the correct order once I publish it but oh well. I'll see what happens soon.

Oh, and if anyone can explain the ranking system then that would be great because I am living on Neverland as a lost boy right now with that whole concept.

Enough of my rambling!

Onwards with the adventure!

Grab a beanie bag, sink into it, grab some popcorn, grab a pillow pet and enjoy the story.

.:Blaise Peril:.

     "One more! I dare you," Sweat beads down my face, seeping into my thick clothing making this experience uncomfortable but at the same time enjoyable. The brown wood burns the palm of my hands, Peeling off the flesh. Red drips down my arm onto the floor. But the crowed won't notice. They'll think it's a part of my costume.

  My partner stands wide eyed a few feet in front of me probably wanting to go against my decision. He knows though that that would be bad publicity.

I give him a smirk and mouth, 'Do it'

Sucking in a sharp breath, Canter squeezes his eyes shut and tosses another plank in the air. The whole crowd gasps as it soars through the air and many worried eyes watch I'm anticipation.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat the plank falls perfectly in place with the rest, instantly catching on fire. The crowd roars with enthusiasm. I laugh.

Now for the finale.

I take all eight burning sticks and speed up my juggling. The crowd is now intensely staring at me. After a minute of speed up I throw them all in the air yelling, "Grazie!"

Once the planks reach the highest point in the air, I press a small button hidden in my shirt and watch as they explode into the night sky. 

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Smoke and fire. Some people say that fire comes first, others say that smoke does. Does the smell come first or the sight?

For me, they start at the same time. They work together to create. While smoke pollutes, fire burns. They create something so destructive yet so beautiful.

A screeching noise pulls me from cloud nine,"Are you listening Blaise!"

I just look at her. She's the circus doctor but she doesn't dress like one. She's always wearing tight, short clothing, too much makeup and the whole staff believes her to have had plastic surgery multiple times but she denies.

There is only three reasons why we have her. One: she's great at her job, excluding the way she dresses. Two: no one else in Oregon wants the job. And three: me.

My only act in the circus is to handle anything with fire. I wouldn't even consider it an act, but every single time I always manage to burn myself which I indeed enjoy.

"Take this ointment. It'll help with the burns and make sure to change your bandages at least twice to three times a day," She said already bored with the speech she always gives to me. It's already drilled in my head. All the times, dates, people; everything is so this one speech is no problem.