Fire, it's a powerful tool, and a deadly weapon. Now, what happens when a person wields that power, but can't control it? When a person is the essence of an element that most attribute with destruction, and she is loose in society. What happens when...
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I peeked around the corner of one of the buildings. It was evening and the sky was covered with clouds. I looked back over my shoulder through my long black hair. No one had followed me. Good. I ran out of the small alley I was in and took off down the street. On my way past a small shop I grabbed an apple from the carts that weren't yet put in.
"You scoundrel!" The man's voice echoed off the buildings. I kept going.
I ducked down another alley and started winding my way through the back streets of town. It didn't take long before I came up on an old apartment building. The walls were green with chips of paint coming off to reveal a pale yellow underneath.
I made my way to the top floor, eating the apple I grabbed, and then to the room all the way down the left hall. 506. I cringed at the squeaking of the door as it swung inward. I tossed the core at a guy asleep on the couch. He groaned and looked up at me before smiling.
"Took you long enough Phoenix. Get your errands ran?"
"Yes I did. Now you could get your ass off my couch."
"Chill, feisty."
"Yeah, Cloud. We all know you can put a damper on anything."
"When are you going to tell me your actual name Phoenix? I know we use these nicknames for safety reasons, but I've known you for several months now."
I thought about his words. Did I really want someone to know my name? It meant vulnerability. It meant that they could track me. Although, how many people on the streets go by phoenix? I looked over at his brown hair, a mess on the arm of the couch. When brushed out it only reached his jawline. I sighed and tossed my small jean jacket over on a chair nearby. I was in a t-shirt and jeans other than that. Cloud looked like a typical guy. Soft, strong features, could clean up really well. Me on the other hand, I had the smaller eyes of my Asian descent, deep black hair, and bright green eyes. People took notice of me, I was hard to miss. I took a few steps to the kitchen.
"Not happening, not again. I don't feel like having charcoal for dinner."
"Hey! It was only a little burnt last time!"
"Sure it was. I don't know why you can't run a stove."
I bit my tongue. It's not that I didn't know how, I just didn't think about it. I mean, who thinks about something that comes naturally. Does anybody think about breathing? No. Then why do I have to think about how big the flames get? Whatever. I guess he's making the food tonight.
