Blue Flames //Divergent Fanfic//

Natalie the Flamethrower

Chapter 11:

Natalie's Perspective

2 Days Later

    My powers came during lunch. I burned my grilled cheese. I ate it anyways. It actually tasted pretty good. Mom was laughing, and Dad was gagging.

Mom told me to not touch anything until Dad tought me to control it. After he ate, he brought me to the training room. He talked to the doctor yesterday about my powers, and the doctor taught me how to do it. We went downstairs and practiced.

    "Okay, now make flames." he says. I hold my hand out, and focus. Within seconds, blue flames shoot from my hand. It doesn't burn, but it gives me an adrenaline rush, and I like it.

    "Now, give me a high five." he says. "Are you sure?" I say. "I trust you." he says and holds up his hand. I bite my lip. "I don't want to hurt you." I say.

    "You won't." he says. I shut my eyes, and give him a high five. He screams. "No! I'm sorry!" I say and he falls to the ground. I cover my face with my hands. I hear him laughing.

What? I walk over to him and kneel down. "What are you doing?" I ask. He keeps laughing. "That's not funny!" I say. He sits up and takes my hand and presses it to his face.

    "No!" I say. Nothing happens. I feel his every breath against my hand. I yank it away. "Stop, I don't want to have a permanantly burned Dad!" I shout.

He laughs deeply. "You won't! Your brain tells you when you want to and when you don't! You wouldn't burn me even if you wanted to because you know me as your Dad, not an enemy." he says and stands up. I stay on the ground.

    "Burn your face." he says. "What?" I say. "Put your hands on your face again and burn them." he says. I give him a crazed look. I lift my hands to my face. I shoot fire from them.

I keep my eyes shut, I know I'm burning myself but I don't feel anything. I open my eyes and stare at the flames. The blue colors shine bright and sparkle with power. I stop the flames and stare up at Dad. He's smiling. Then I stand up.

    "Why doesn't it hurt?" I say. "Because, they're your powers." he says. I smile to myself. "Give me something else to burn!" I say. He looks around for something and says, "My pants!" he says.

    "Liar!" I shout. We laugh, and then I came up with the best idea ever in existence. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I say. He smiles.

20 Minutes Later

    "Yeah! Burn!" I shout as I shoot fire out of my hands and onto the dummy. Dad is jumping around and shouting, "Burn! BURN! BURN!". I keep burning it with both my hands and jumping around and smiling.

The rigged dummy smells like burnt rubber and metal. Dad all of a sudden stops mid-run and has the most disgusted look on his face and his nose is scrunched up. I look at him wide-eyed and he waves is hand in front of nose and starts laughing. I sniff the air and smell it.

That dummy stinks! I laugh too because I smell it, and the look on his face is priceless. I stop shooting the fire and run around with him. I watch the flames as they pop and grow higher and higher as I run. The flames are blue, of course. Then, without thinking, I run through the flames.

Nothing happens. Dad stops and stares at me with a wide mouth. My hair flies up and out of my face. I stare at Dad through the flames and he is smiling. I run next to him on the edge of the fire. I walk out of the fire and look behind me, and my hair is in blue flames. I try and singe it out, and it works.

    "Woah, I know your eyes are blue, but that's just ridiculous!" he says. He takes his phone out and I look at myself in the reflection of the glass. My eyes have small blue flames in them. Not on the whites of my eyes, but the area where they were a lighter shade of blue. And not on fire.

I blink a few times, and it goes away. The dummy keeps on burning and Dad hugs me. "Woah! You're hot!" he says as he sets me down. "WHOAH! Dad!" I say. "Temperature wise!" he says.

    "Good, cause I was about to say-" I say but he cuts me off. "Nope!" he shouts. Flamethrowers. I am a Flamethrower. I walk back inside, and Dad follows me. "What about the fire?" he says. I walk over to the fire, and blow on it. It goes out immediately.

    "I didn't know I could do that." I say. "Well, the doctor did say you'll go deeper into the the different ways you use it." he says. When we walk in the house, Mom is standing at the end of the stair case. "Do you know how late it is?" she says.

    "Uh... seven.....thirty?" Dad says. "Ten thirty!" she shouts! "Oopps..." Dad says. "What were you two doing?" she says. "Testing out her burning skills." he says as she steps out of the way and walks towards the bathroom.

    "Burning? What were you burning?" says Mom. "The rigged dummy that put me in the hospital." I say and walk to my room. I lay on my bed, and almost text Mariah abou what I did. But then I remember 1. I can't say anything about my powers 2. I have no cell service. I set my phone down, and throw myself off of my bed.

    "Are you gonna shower?" says Mom. I smell my shirt expecting to smell like smoke, but I smell like I did this morning. My shampoo. "No." I say. She nods and walks towards me as I undress. She sits on my bed and says, "You know your Dad never used to be that happy." she says.

    "Mom!" I say as I put on a black night shirt that my Mom wore to her first paintball game. It's kind of big on me. "Well, when he was my teacher, he was.....mean." she says.

    "He was? But I thought you said you two made out all the time. If that was his way of being mean, than how was he nice?" I say. "He just was kind of mean to all of us." she says.

    "What's your point Mom?  Because talking about how Dad was when he was eighteen is not getting us there." I say. "Okay, my point is he was never as happy as he was until you were born. It's like as soon as you were brought into his life, he became the way he really was." She says as I put my pants on. "So, he was never himself for nineteen years?" I say.

    "I don't know, but when I was with him before you were born he acted sort of happy, but most of the time he was really serious. That's what made him so intimidating." she says. "Okay, no! I do NOT want to hear about your sex life!" I say. "I wasn't gonna say anything!" she says.

    "You brought out his inner child. He's never been happier before. You are his whole world." she says. "What about you?" I say. "I'm another world." she says. "There's only one world, Mom. He wouldn't choose between us." I say. "Yes, there are two worlds. For him there are. There's a love for your wife, and one for your children." she says.

    "But, isn't that love, not a world?" I say. "No, when I said you are his whole world I meant you revolve around him. You are the one he will love until his world stops revolving." she says. "Stops? What do you mean?" I say. "I mean he will love you until you die, and further on." she says.

    "I am his whole world?" I say. "Yes, you are his whole. He will never stop loving you." she says. "You guys are my whole world." I say and I hug her. I smell her hair. It smells good.

I hop in my bed and lay down. She sits next to me."I love you." she says as she kisses me on the forehead. "I love you too." I say and she leaves.

I don't go to sleep, because I'm waiting for Dad. I know goodnight kisses are kind of lame, but I'm an only child so my best friends are my parents. Other than Mariah. I wait and soon enough Dad comes walking in.

    "Are you happy?" I say. "Yes, why?" he says. "Were you happy as a child?" I say. He sighs and sits on my bed. "No" he replies coldly. "Why?" I say.

"I'd rather my father answer that question." he says. I don't say anything except hug him. I bite my lip, and see the corner of his tattoo. I smile.

I love that part where Tris and Natalie are talking about the worlds! The FEELS!!! I know I've been updating a LOT today, but I've been sitting around all day! Aside from my laziness, don't forget to vote and comment! :)