RONAN OF THE BLAZERS 1 - THE HUNTERS OF FIRE

Chapter Eight

     Sunday morning came. Ronan was not a religious person but he regularly attends the holy mass of the closest Catholic Church which is located three blocks from their street. There was no time that he skipped the mass. He always comes with his family every Sunday morning. Ronan can’t help but think deeply. I made a terrible sin. I have taken lives. Am I still allowed here? He thought.

     The church where they attend is so far the largest off all in the city. It is also the oldest if he could remember. Today, Ronan stood behind. Thought rumbling on his mind, he ended up standing at the back side instead of sitting with his family. He looked into the figure of Jesus and a memory flashed back to him. “In this world there is no God. If there is, why do we have these flames?” It was the words of Jori when he first met him. It was also a Sunday morning, a few months ago. In the end he also assumed that Jori had a point that time. There was no way God granted the flames. There was some kind of mistake in here. Even the science can’t seem to explain it as well – it is some kind of twist of this world.

     The mass ended like it usually did. The priest preached angrily at some people and ended up yelling to someone closest to his place. It was never different than that. The priest loved to yell and scold the people who were sinners, it was his process to teach them and discipline. Ronan knew that from the very beginning.

     They headed straight home. He gathered all the materials he would need to stay occupied for the rest of the day. He already planned not going out of his home. When he got the time, he went to his own room and cleaned it. When the chance allowed, he also cleaned his sister’s room. This made his sister jump with joy. Time flew by and he ate his lunch alone inside his room while watching his favorite anime series. After eating he washed all the used utensils and went back to his room immediately after doing so. He lied on his bed after all the chores. He was so tired his eyes invited him to sleep. Ronan tried to forget anything related to the Blazers. He raised his left hand and tried to light a small flame – but first he checked if his door was really locked, and it really was so he let a small flame on his fingertip. Yellow glow appeared on his hands. The warmth was so calming but he didn’t feel so. The only thought that entered his mind were pain and anger. The following minute he didn’t do anything but stare on the small flame. Shortly after that he went to sleep.

     He woke up that evening and assumed that he overslept. He looked at the digital clock and learned that it was already 6 PM. He stood and prepared himself to meet with the rest of his family in the living room. When he went down, he saw his whole family – all had their fixed gaze on the television. Ronan also looked and learned that it was news, live news of burning trucks. When the camera man had a good vision of the shipment inside the truck, they learned that the cargo were sacks of rice. “Such a waste.” His father said out of the silence.

     Another Blazer operation. Ronan thought. Yana suddenly stood up. “Those fire cases are not coincidence. I’m pretty sure that there are people behind all those cases!” She cried. Ronan looked at his family who were busy watching the news. “Of course there are people responsible for that.” He suddenly said. This made his family stare at him, all at once. “What did you say?” They all said simultaneously. Ronan placed his hand on his face making a “face palm”. “Oh come on, that’s obvious.” He announced in the living room. His family then shifted their gaze back to the television, simultaneous once again. When he was about to go to their kitchen to cook his own food, he heard a reported said: “Today there were only three cases which we usually report to be four. What could’ve happened to the other?”

     This made Ronan stop for a moment. So Mearo didn’t do the assignment. He really wanted everything going his way. He thought. He picked a sandwich and a Nutella and spread the chocolate cream on the bread. He sat but his mind can’t help but think of the operation once again. He tried to forget it but still it was messing with his mind. I don’t care about it anymore. Jori will soon punish Mearo for not doing it or maybe me as well. He thought again. He tasted the sweetness of the bread. The Nutella tasted like no other chocolate spread. Its taste was so heavenly it coated Ronan’s hungry mouth to satisfaction.