Waterboy

Chapter Four: Fire

"AAAAHAHAHAAA!!!!"
"Burn, burn!" Ivanov yells.
"You know," I question him from behind,"You know that's not very nice?"
He turns and I see his scarred face inside a large glass ball of a helmet. His gauntlets double as flamethrowers. They shoot out of the arms of his big metal suit.
"Oh, hello. Yakob," his spits shoots out onto the inside of his helmet when he speaks.
I eye him up and down. Weaknesses, weaknesses. Oh! That suit has to be mechanical! Just blast it!
I lift up my hands in front of me with my palms exposed, like iron man preparing to fire. Except I'm not preparing to fire. I'm preparing to water Ivanov up.
The skin of both my palms tingles and water flies from my hands.
A new weapon emerges from his suit, a large robot tentacle sticking out of his shoulder blade. It blocks my attack.
The tentacle returns to its rightful place in the suit and I shoot again. The water splashes the mad scientist's whole front half up and down. I expect that when I stop he'll be begging for mercy. But when I do, he stands there, unaffected. The suit is totally intact. Nothing is wrong at all.
"And now it is my turn to show you some real strength," Ivanov's words shoot out like bullets through the air. I fall back unexplainably.
He lifts up his arms and his firepower extends. The metal on the flamethrowers glistens in the early afternoon sun.
I raise up my hands and prepare to attack. Water and fire fly through the sky before colliding. My water puts out the fire and I stop shooting. I look-
         "GGGRWWAAAH!!!" I scream as the fire hits my body. I was unprepared. He's got me now. I can't move. N-N-no-I-can't...

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I wake up in an almost pitch black room, sitting in an uncomfortable wooden chair. I look down at my chest to see a singed blue shirt. I attempt to pull up my hands to look at them, but something stops me as I lift my fragile hands. I'm chained down, I realize.
I have to get out of her before he even knows I'm awake. But how?
I can't see any light except that coming from under the wooden door across the room which I'm sitting in the center of.
I test the chains' durability by pulling as hard as I can a few more times. Nothing happens. I need a way to break these damn chains!
I try to shoot some water from my hands to possibly rust the cuffs, but only a few small drops come from the tips of my fingers. The water droplets make a small sound when they splash on the cold, stone floor.
Oh no! Lots of pain! I can't use my hands. At least not for now.
I swoop my neck to see the droplets that hit the floor, and with the little light I have, the water looks like a dark maroon color. That's when I realize that that wasn't water at all. I pushed so hard on my blistered hands that blood came right out of my fingers.
Looks like I'm staying awhile.
The door swings open.