But Love Is Overrated Anyways

Chapter 1: But Love Is Overrated Anyways

Note: The first chapter is in first person pov, but the rest is in third.

When I was younger, I thought someone who could control fire could easily take over the world. Then I met him, and I decided I was wrong.

Sure, fire is hot and can cause great pain, both of which I've experienced first hand. We had to learn to control our powers, on our own, and as I was the only one who could control the cold in our group, I was stuck with flame boy. Phil Lester- the nicest fire user you will ever meet. He doesn't like burning humans, even after all that they've done to us. He thinks that it's still possible for us to get along. Well, he's wrong.

In the tent, he sleeps and gives off a faint warm glow, always heating the little space up like a sauna. That's why no one can share with him but me- I've never had an issue with getting too cold. My own body radiates icey cold air, sometimes just a little chilly, but sometimes cold enough to kill. I suppose Phil is the only one who could share a tent with me then, too. Our powers, our God given gifts, compliment each other. I've heard of other fire users, but not in all our years of wandering have I ever heard of one alive. There are only a few of us left, us creatures with inhuman abilities, cteatures that the humans catagorize as Mutants. I could never love a human, as they truly are incapable of love, and that I know to be true. And I could never love another Mutant, for I would turn their skin purple and blue when I cared too much, and my skin would never be warm to the touch, and I could never be passionate about someone without hurting them unintentionally. Truly, I have only one option. And that is Phil. And I hate it.

When we met, and we hugged another mutant for the first time with neither party being injured, he was convinced we were soul mates. Yes, Phil Lester wanted love too, but he took a much, say, warmer approach to it. As soft and gentle as he may be- both weaknesses, but I refuse to say that he is weak, I've seen his powers- but as soft and gentle as he may be, he too could never become passionate over someone without having quite unfortunate heat problems. Anyone who he loved would surely die an untimely, painful death.

All except me. Which means that our fates our somehow intertwined, and if we ever want love, then it has to be with each other. The humans have killed most others of our kind, and Phil and I and the small group of Mutants that we travel with have scoured the world looking for others. But most of the time, we come up empty handed.

Sometimes the humans have memorials, or great museums, all dedicated to the horrible slaughter of mutants. I long ago stopped asking Phil to burn them down; he refuses to. So I make the others leave before sending a cold so vile and detestable through the cities that they don't even have time to get to shelter before they are frozen to the ground they walk on and forced to endure hours of misery before the frostbite completely takes over and they die, slow and painful. It's what they deserve.

The other mutants know what I do. And all of them agree with my actions, all except Phil, though he long since stopped arguing. He's given up, and in some ways that makes me proud, because he needs to see how humans deserve to be treated, but on the other hand I realize I may have broken the only person who could ever love me. But love is overrated anyways.