Masquerade

Prologue

    I couldn't get the ringing out of my ears as I shook my head to clear my vision. The blaring sirens were not helping my case in the slightest. I resented the constant throb in my head. There would be a knot in the morning. 
     Finally coming to my senses enough to to fully absorb my surroundings, another breathless wave of dread swept over my chest. I had slight burns on my arms and legs as well as most of my clothing tattered and singed.
     I could barely make out the silhouettes of my family fairly distanced away from the debris trying to push pass the barricade to get to me, especially my brother. I could faintly see his hands wildly gesticulating as he seemed to be having an in depth conversation with a particularly small officer; trust him to speak to a lesser sized cop.
My head was pounding, there was too much ash and soot being inhaled into my lungs for it to be healthy. I needed to get out of here, away from this feeling.
Every step I took, more hot tongues erupted up and licked the air. It's funny, I can't even feel it. The fire, it gave me a sense of empowerment, a sense of belonging. Something else was tugging at me and shredding the little control I thought I had.
Wave after wave of lethal, mind melting pain sent me stumbling to my knees. Clutching my head and trembling was all I knew how to do.
There was light. I knew it was there, even if others couldn't.
A scolding flower blossomed around my shaking form, completely incinerating anything still standing within fifty yards. The loud crackle of sparks was surprisingly welcoming.
      Confusing as it was, it just felt right. I'm a normal human who should not be able to touch fire I thought to myself. The flames pulsed growing larger by the minute.
     "Laura!" I heard my name being called, but by who? Everything was blurred. "Laura get up you have school!"
     I jolted out of sleep. Wait, sleep?It was all just a strange dream I realized. It felt so real, I felt alive! But alas I must prepare for the torment that is to come.
                     High school.
 

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