Heat of the Soul

Chapter 2

I woke up gasping for air, not knowing where I was. Everything around me was charred and burnt. Nothing recognizable.

I remembered. There was a fire and I blacked out. Probably either from fear or from the heat. But... I was still alive.

How?

Everything around me was burnt to a crisp, and I was completely unharmed. I looked out the window. My parents were out there, my mother crying and my dad staring at the house. They said some things to a firefighter, but I couldn't hear all of it. "New house... anyway... paid for" Eventually, they said goodbye to said firefighter as he went back into the truck and drove off.

I backed away from the window and looked around. No way I could've survived it. I wasn't a ghost, right?

Of course I wasn't a ghost. That's silly.

I looked at my hand. 'Maybe...' I thought, pressing my hand against my arm. Concentrating hard, I produced a flame from my hand. It was obviously touching my skin, but all it was doing was producing a mild warmth. I was right. Maybe with this weird... Ability of mine, was fire resistance as well.

I moved my hand away from my arm and started making my way through the charred remains of my house. Many parts of the floor were weakened, so I had to maneuver my way around the house carefully. There was a large hole in the wall right by the bottom of the stairs, so I exited through there. I quietly made my way over to my parents.

"Emma? How-" My mom had an expression that showed a combination of shock and something else that I couldn't put my finger on. My dad looked surprised, but happy.

"Here, put on these sunglasses. We're going to our new house," My mom said quickly, handing me the glasses and rushing me to the car. I sat down, not knowing what was going on or what my mom was doing. My dad sat next to me and my mom sat in the driver's seat.

"It'll be okay," he whispered as my mom started driving.