Normal? •Colby Brock• (Completed)

Alley Cats

=~•Colby's POV•~=

I sat laying in bed, wide awake, unable to sleep. 

What does he mean? Fire powers? All I did was heat up the pool's water, causing it to erupt, and light a none flammable liquid on fire...

Shit, I do have fire powers.

I pulled a pillow over my head as if that was going to stop the thoughts from entering my mind. I groan as I quietly say "What am I gonna doooo", dragging the O out.

About an hour later with no success at sleep, I turn my bedside lamp on and begin looking around my room, trying to find something to do to keep me entertained. I reach over for my phone which sat upon my nightstand, but it was dead. For a moment I do a mental scan of my room when I remember I left the charger cord at school. "Shit" I mumble as I turn over in protest.

With that I let my mind wander.

So fire, huh? Let's test that thought.

I wasted no time, quietly getting up from my bed and making my way to the bathroom where I grabbed a scented candle from underneath the sink.

The candle is Mermaid splash to be more specific, it smells like the salty sea

{I saw this candle the other day at the store and I knew I needed to add it}

Once I was back inside my room, I set it down on top of my desk before I took a seat on my bed. For a moment, I just stared at it as we had a silent starring contest. When it won I sighed, shook my head, clearing it of all the junk I had stored inside. When I was finally ready I looked the candle dead on and began focusing. Slowly reaching my hand out towards the candle as I keep concentrating. 

After a solid couple of minutes of silence, I released my concentration and shook my body out, trying to release any stress I had built up. I waited a little while before trying again, this time, nothing happened. The time after, I got the wick to burn, the candle sadly didn't light, but some smoke was emitted.

The third time, I tried to think back to what Elton had said, about controlling my emotions. 

I was mad when my powers worked best, maybe any strong emotion can trigger them

With that, I took a second to let my vision blur, allowing my memories to play like a movie inside my brain. Suddenly a picture of her flashed through my mind.

Christene

 She was sweet and pretty, really pretty... But not like, sexy, she was cute, which was something not a lot of girls wanted to be these days. She was different, smart, passionate, loyal...