Chapter Two:
Marco stepped into his room shutting the door softly, he slipped the medal over his head and set it gently on his dresser. The walls were ocean blue and cluttered in swim meet medals. He quickly slipped off his shorts and pulled his shirt over his thin body until he stood completely bare. He wrapped a towel around his slender body and he made his way down the hall slipping into the bathroom. He locked the door and paused as he glanced at his hand which held absolutely no cut what so ever. "Impossible.." he breathed. He turned the shower handle letting hot water cascade down, he picked up his sisters curling iron and turned it on. Slowly it warmed up until it beep, signaling it was ready. He picked it up softly and pressed the searing hot metal on his arm. He bite his lip harshly gasping, trying to hold in his screams as it burned a gash into his arm. He pulled it away starring at the burn, a red angry slash was on his arm.
He slipped the line under the wash, it seemed to sizzle and steam, but nothing happened. He shrugged, turned off the tap and stepped into the shower closing the curtain.
*
Saphire sat in her room palming a piece of paper. She lifted the lighter she had stored in her bedside table and clicked the tab, a flame erupting out of the end. She lifted her index finger and touched the flame, she felt it flow around her finger, almost like a tickling sensation or a mother's hug. She pulled her finger away and the fire lurched for it following it as she dragged it closer to her lips. It touched them softly, warming up the surface of them to a nice warm before she blew softly and flames erupted across the room almost touching the wall and potentinally burning down the house. Saphire chuckled softly, "what a magic I possess."
*
Marco stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He slipped out of the steamy bathroom and slid into his room before dropping it to the floor. He picked up an old blue raggedy t-shirt and slipped it on pulling each arm through one at a time. He paused and glanced down at his arm, only a scar remained, the fresh wound was gone. No reddness, no swelling, nothing but an old white scar sat on his arm. He blinked thinking he was hallucinating. His fingers grazed the scar softly "but how.." he mumbled to himself.
"But what?" asked Saphire as she pushed open his door. He fell backwards behind his bed quickly grabbing a blanket to cover his lower half as she paraded in as if he were fully clothed and this were an everyday thing.
"Get out." he shouted his arm pushing outward. Water sprayed out of his palm splashing onto Saphire her busy wild hair fell limp and she glared up at him. It was only a matter of seconds before her hair went up in flames. Marco's jaw dropped, and then he clued into what was about to happen. Fire lurched at him in the small confines of his room. He quickly focused his attention on trying to calm his sister 'if that's what she was' down. He sprayed water on the few things that had caught on fire within his room. "Saphire stop!" he shouted. "I'm sorry."
Saphire brain clicked together and she paused glancing down at herself. Her body was red hot as if the sun had burned her a thousand times. She could smell the smoke in the room and she could feel the heat rolling off her skin and then she stopped. She took a deep breath as the flames stop and her hair fell back down into the messy bush it always was. She glanced up to see her brother starring at her in fear. "Polar opposites." she groaned. "Of course, my worst enemy is also my god damn brother." she spat.
"B-b-but." he whispered barely audible.
"Don't wet yourself." she laughed before she lifted her index finger and let a little flame spring out the top. She paused and then shook her head. "Now, you try genius."
Marco lifted his index finger pointed it straight up, nothing happened. "You have to concentrate." whispered Saphire. He starred at the top of his finger, his eyebrows narrowed and his forehead creased, water erupted out of the top of his finger hitting the roof and then dripping down onto his face as he glanced up to see it. Before he could wipe the water away it melted into his skin.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" he asked his voice cracking on the last word.
"You mean us, and if you ask me it's pretty cool." chuckled Saphire.
"It's cool to be a freak?" shouted Marco his voice getting louder in the small confines of his room. "You think it's cool to have water shoot out of my fingers? It's cool to NOT be a normal teenage kid? It's about as cool as being fucking adopted, aka it's fucked up!" he screamed. "Get out!" He shoved Saphire out of his room and slammed his bedroom door. Their parents would be returning home soon and he needed to calm down before then the last thing he needed was water to come out of his head over dinner.
*
Saphire paraded downstairs her body was red hot as she stormed into the kitchen. She flew out the back door and then slammed her fist right into the brickwork, the bricks broke away and flames leapt up into the canopy. Smoke billowed out the top of the canopy and Saphire was too angry to give a care about the fire that had started just above her head. She punched the wall again, more sparks flew up and another flame caught the canopy. The fire began to spread, Marco obliviously sitting upstairs in his room sulking. Saphire smelt the air softly and then breathed out in one swift motion she had walked right through the flames leaping in the door way. She bolted it taking two steps at a time through the billowing smoke lurking through the house. She bursted though Marco's bedroom door to find him sitting on the bed with his eyes closed. She shook him roughly and his eyes flung open. "What? What?" he growled at her.
"THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE THATS WHAT!" screamed Saphire. Smoke crept through the door filling the room as panic kicked in. Marco was out of the bed in two seconds sprinting down the hall. The fire hadn't quite made it to the staircase as he plowed down it and sprinted for the door in just sweats and a t-shirt. He made it outside with Saphire on his heels. They both paused and starred at the house as flames leapt off the roof. Sirens wailed in the background. Their mom's car pulled up behind them and stopped.
She can running up to them "my oh my I'm so glad you two are safe." Her arms wrapped around the two of them as the fire truck pulled up and ushered them backwards water spraying out of the hose. A cop cruised pulled up next and pulled their mom away to take about what may have happened. Another man came up to the kids, he was old and they knew him as the creepy photographer guy who lived across the street.
"Marco, Saphire.." he whispered. "Saphire you need to learn to control yourself, don't let your powers get the best of you." he chuckled.
"What are you talking-"
"Don't even try that, I know. I put you on that door step after you erupted out of a ball of flames. And I'm here to finish my life's purpose so I can die peacefully." He took a long breath. "You must leave. The anciet evil has awoken and both of you are in grave danger. There are two others just like you they have powers too. Without them you're only half as powerful as you need to be. But you must leave and find them and you must avoid the evil at all costs. If you feel watched leave, run. They're everywhere and they will find you it's only a matter of time. You must find the others before they find you or it will be over and Earth will be restored to ruins. Now get going!" he paused again. "And take this." he shuffled a book bag over his arm and handed it to Marco before he gave a small purse to Saphire. "And good luck young warriors." He sprinted back to his house door and slammed it behind him.
Marco looked over at Saphire, his eyes were wide and terrified, while Saphire's were squinted and determined. "We can't just-" started Marco.
"You heard him." snapped Saphire. "There is evil if we stay we're gonna get killed and get everyone around us killed."
"What about mom and da-"
"They're not our real mom and dad, stop being a pussy. Come on." Saphire grabbed her brother's arm and glanced back. Their 'mom' was still talking to the police man about the fire. Saphire reached in her pocket and pulled out her set of car keys. She threw open the door and motioned for Marco to get in on the passenger side. He jogged around the car and slid in still skeptical of the new events. Saphire revved the engine and took off flying down the road past all the commotion. Neither of the two even bothered to wave goodbye as they raced off.
