Nights of Fire

Chapter 7: Witney

        After what Noel told us she collapsed into Matt who had to drag her to Mr.Flarity's white cabin.

        "You should havve brought her here right when you saw her." He said a little disapointed in us but still he brought her over to his bed. "Can one of you go get Mr. Smith?" I didn't know who that was so I looked at Richard who clearly got the message and quickly ran out of the cabin. Mr.Flarity bent over Noel, eyeing her like a sick puppy, she basicaly was one. "Did she tell you what she was?" I shook my head, trying to decide if I should tell him what she told us, about Samuel being her dad. I decided against it, but it looked like Lisa had different ideas.

        "But...she did... she said that..."

        "What is it?" Mr.Flarity said clearly intriuged.

        "She said that Samuel was her...was her father." Lisa looked down shyly as Mr.Flarit's jaw droped. Just then Richard and a younger boy came bolting through the doors. The younger boy must have been Mr.Smith, he had short blonde hair that was pushed up in the front and was holding a first aid kit. Not gonna lie he was a good looking doctor. 

        "Who''s this?" Mr.Smith asked.

        "Newbie." Richard said. "Just get going." Mr.Smith walked over to the bed and leaned over her.

        "I can hear her breath so she's not dead." He pulled something out of his first aid kit, it looked like a thermometer. He put it in her mouth. "Well, one, you should turn the heat up in here, two, she passed out from the cold. Her body temperature is way too low. That's about it really." He then packed his stuff back up and walked away. Mr.Flarity then quickly walked away over to the thermostat and turned it up. 

        "One moment." He said, as he walked over to the kitchen. I looked at Richard and he winked at me. I don't know what it was about him but he seemed to calm me down. Matt and Lisa were hugging over in the corner whispering about something. I walked over to Richard and he seemed to read my mind. This morning was terrible so far and I was so glad I had a friend like him with me.

        "Are you ok?'' He asked and I shook my head. He held out his arms and I walked in for the hug. He wrapped his arms around waist and mine around his neck. I could feel his breaths and they put me into a daze. At least until Mr.Flarity walked back into the room.

        "I brought smoothies and crackers." Weird mixture but from not eating at breakfest I was very hungry. I picked a strawberry and banana smoothie with some crackers and happily ate. No one said anything as they ate. We all stood in silence as we stared at the motionless body of Noel Shmidt. Nothing happened for a while until she started screaming, clawing at the blankets. Mr.Flarity put his hands on her shoulders and she finaly woke up crying. She kept repeating something, it sounded like dad but I did not ask her anything. Noel sat up in the bed panting from her nightmare. Mr.Flarity was watching her, surprised at her outburst. He nelt down in front of her, putting one hand on his knee and the other hand was laying on top of Noel's. He didn't sugar coat what he said and there wasn't a way he could have. He asked her, "What is it, what is it that you can do?" Noel was looking in his eyes and Mr.Flarity in hers. Tears were rolling down her face and she looked away, ashamed, the same thing I did when I first told them what I could do. She looked back at Mr.Flarity and instead of showing him she mumbled her answer. At first you couldn't hear what she had said, then as you understood, you couldn't quite let it sink in. The power (even though I was new here I knew) was a very powerful and dangerous thing. Noels father couldn't handel the power, he was drivin into madness and turned into a monster‎. If that happened to Noel, would this camp survive an other rampage by the same monster.  Mr.Flarity stood up. He walked over to one of his crazy, outragous dressers and pulled a lap top out of one drawer. He sat down on a bean bag and began tiping. He didn't tell us what he was doing and no one asked. He kept typing and typing in the silence as we stood and watched. He occasionaly looked up at Noel, he was not scared, he was concerned and you could see it in his eyes. After what seemed like forever he closed the lap top and set it back in the drawr.  He stood and looked Noel straight in the eyes. "Are you crazy?"