I live in a pretty screwed up world.
I mean, we all do, but mine's a little more screwed up than your average American city.
First off, I have that cliché sort of crush on my best friend. The second part of that cliché is that he's interes...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Art by @IAmAnAtypicof Shadow and Blaze. Thank you so much! It looks amazing!
Saturdays. My favorite day of the week. Want to know why?
Because I can just run around saving people all day.
No school to worry about. No stories as to why I was late to class. No homework to stress over or notes to take. No pondering over my new mission. Nope. Just the real me—Shadow—doing what I loved the most.
I guess it was kind of weird that I was sitting around waiting for someone to almost die all day.
I was sitting on top of the Cloud Tower, on the needle where I had ported to the night before. Except this time, there was no evil villain and no rich boy to save. At least, not yet. My vantage point was set so high, I wouldn't be able to miss any action that could possibly occur. A car chase? No problem. I saw it when the police left the station one block over. Robbery? Please. One of the few awesome gadgets I had managed to make was an ear piece that was in frequency with the police communication alerts. I just hoped that Blaze had taken a personal day or whatever the villains called it.
The earpiece beeped and I perked up, ready to port.
"Squad fifteen, we've got a fire at the Cloud Tower."
"Roger. Condition?"
". . . it's bad."
My stomach clenched up until it was as taut as a snare drum. I jumped down to the concrete where Pyro and I had fought last night. I slowly looked over the edge to find flames reaching out of the windows around the ninth floor. Smoke was starting to rise up quickly, making my eyes burn behind the mask.
How had this happened? I had been up here the entire time, and I hadn't heard, seen, or smelled anything at all! Then, my heart sunk. It was him.
"Blaze," I growled. He and Pyro must have something against the Cloud family. My nemesis working with the guy who had terrible puns. Living the life, Kiera. Thanks, conscience.
Just like last night, I threw myself off the side of the building. As I got closer to the fire, I prepared myself. I ported down to the ground as soon as the flames reached my boots. The police and firefighters stepped back in surprise at my appearance. I found the police officer I was looking for. He was young, maybe twenty six, but he was the best I'd heard of.
"What do we have, Captain?"
"Well, Shadow, I think it's safe to say we have a fire."
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "I can see that, River Allen. How many people inside?"
He sighed and took off his hat, rubbing his face. "I don't know. Many people had the day off, thank God, and a few more went out for a lunch break. A bunch got out in time as soon as . . . as soon as he showed up."
