Gasoline- Sequel To It All Started That One Day

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Kaitlyn's POV

"You don't understand, I need that collar." I demand reaching for it, and as my voice rises I can feel my body temperature spiking. "You've been without it, what's with the sudden change of heart?" My dad asks arm going higher out of my reach.

I clam up my heart pounding slowly but loudly, and I try to come up with a reason for why other than I'm scared. "What happened to you Kaitlyn was very traumatizing, but you have to get back your sense of control." I scoff, traumatizing is an understatement.

"I just need it for when I'm sleeping." I plead shuddering as I remember the nightmare I had last night, Peter and I woke up to our bed burning down. Maddie had to come and shut off my powers because I was so hysterical, and I never want to have her do that again.

"And last week you only needed it when you were holding either of your kids. Keep this up and you'll be wearing it all the time." He shoots back pushing his wheelchair out from behind his desk, and I turn in my chair to face him. "Please you don't understand-"

"Let me guess you're scared? Especially scared of hurting your kids? Well news flash dear, but wearing this collar isn't helping it's only delaying the inevitable." He's right, like he always is, but how do I say that? How do I ask for help without seeming worthless and pathetic?

"I just need help," I sigh head dropping in my hands.

I can hear the faint squeak of his wheels, and next thing I know he's holding my hands in his, and his grip only gets stronger as I try to pull away. "Well good thing I have a plan then."

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Kaitlyn's POV

I fly through the air dodging numerous plastic bullets that are shooting out from the dome room. A target drops down from the ceiling and I shoot my hand out a firey spew shooting from my hand hitting it on the nose.

It's still odd watching myself do this. Allowing my body to light itself on fire is scary enough and the flames that trail behind me are epic but terrifying. Still the fact that I can't just fly, but also being able to move like this and dodge bullets is something I never thought I would be able to do.

I curl into a ball doing a double back flip while floating, and when I open up throwing my arms and legs out in an x the fire on my body expands exploding disentergrating every bullet that's in the air.

My feet touch the ground, and my friends, dad and Raven come up to me still keeping their distance as I try to turn off my candlestick body. I tense my body and relax it expecting the fire to dissipate but it doesn't. I clench my eyes praying and begging my body to calm down, but it just won't get off high alert.

My fists close, open, and I grunt in frustration when I can still feel my skin searing in that magical way. "Kaitlyn you're trying to hard." I hear Raven soothe, and I nod trying to calm down because she changes her body everyday she must know how to do it.

I stop taking a minute to let my body burn calmly absorbing the room around me and then letting it disappear. This actually calms my heart, and when I think im ready I breathe in and imagine flipping a switch turning off the fire.

When I open my eyes again I'm back to normal, and I fist bump the air. Everyday this gets easier, and no I'm not planning on becoming an X-Man, but I do plan on having control which is the path I'm heading down.

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Kaitlyn's POV

The room is on fire with me in it, I scoot farther and farther into the corner but eventually it grabs me. The flame makes it's way up my legs and across my torso engulfing my entire body in flames as I cry out helplessly.

The process is slow and agonizing, and when it does finally stop voices take the place of my screaming. There's kicking and slashing me, but worst of all they pout gasoline all over me. Gallon after gallon and I can hear myself choking on the toxin as I'm drowned in it.

"This was your destiny..."

I sit up right in bed panting and sweating, but one look around I see that I'm where I was before I closed my eyes. Peter and Max are still sound asleep, and our room is uncomfortably cold and dark meaning I haven't done anything.

Quickly I look at my hands my fingers running along my veins that are glowing orange, yellow, and red but not seeping past my skin. I was scared and out of control while dreaming, but my body was restraining for the first time ever.

Some days are going to be better than other, but at the same time these things never get easier we just get better.