Glitches in My Code

Fire in my veins

(I know, I know. Another fire thing. Deal with it. Don't read it if you don't want to. I wrote it for myself, like every other chapter here, and I'm just choosing to share with you guys.)

I roll my shoulders, feeling the power running through my veins. It sends an ironic chill down my spine to know the damage I could cause, the lives I could take. I glance in the mirror, straighten my signature un-buttoned button-down, and head to school.

I make my way through the halls, unnoticed as always. I really don't mind that I go unnoticed since it makes it easier to hide when I mess up and go off ever so slightly. It would be absolutely disastrous for me to be discovered, for me to be exposed for who, or what, I am.

I reach the bathroom, ducking into a stall, closing and locking the door. I ball both hands into fists, clenching and unclenching my jaw, trying to get out some of the fire within me without worrying about singeing anything, but it doesn't work as well as I had hoped it would, and decide to release the same way I always have.

I unclench my fist, slowly and steadily, and watch the small flame growing within my cupped hand flicker. The center glows white, and the outer edges are bright blue with hints of red and yellow, orange and green. The tiny flames grow until I can barely look at them, and I close my hand slightly, feeling the warmth from the flames enveloping my calloused and rough fingers, toughened from years' worth of flames. I've always been able to do this, control and create fire. I can play with it anywhere with no burning, even if I was on top of a pile of stove-ready wood. My fire only burns what I want it to, and it never burns me, no matter what. Unless I'm feeling something really intensely, that is, and I think this might count as one of those times. I might have to keep an eye on the stuff around me...

My only problem is this: Nobody can know. If anyone, absolutely anyone, were to find out and the word spread, I would be hunted, and possibly even killed. At the very least I would be imprisoned, studied and made an experiment of. Who knows what people would come up with to do with somebody like me. Humans can be pretty twisted, after all. They attack their own kind, sometimes even their friends, family, and neighbors, over something as petty as land or some other material item. Who knows what they would do with someone, something that looks and acts human, but, at its core, isn't. What they would do to something like them but not the same? What would they make me into? I don't want to find out.