Their Flame {ON HIATUS UNTIL MY WRITER'S BLOCK GETS HIT BY A TRUCK}

Chapter 6: Katrina

When I get to my room, I try to unscramble the events of today. Lying on my bed, I realize what just happened. I have powers, powers greater than anyone normal on Earth. 

I don't know what to think, but I picture what happened just a little while ago. Grabbing Jack's hand and becoming an inferno. Eventually my vision dims and I slip into unconsciousness. I'll think about this more tomorrow.

***

The next day, Jack explains what happened at his place last night. I feel horrible, he had to face his parents alone while mine weren't even there. "I'm sorry you had to face that alone."

He just laughs, "It was gonna happen sooner or later." Every day at lunch, we sit at our spot and practice over and over, never giving up, never stopping unless the bell makes us. 

I'm getting better and not having such a hard time recovering. We haven't seen the man and/or woman who tried to kidnap us since that night. I don't ever want to see them again.

On Wednesday Jack suggests something different. "Why don't we go to the park later and practice a bit differently." 

"Practice like how exactly?" 

He looks at me and smiles, "You'll see. Just meet me at the park at 5:00 ok?" 

My mom, once again won't be home till really late, having to work an extra shift at the hospital. "Ok I'll meet you there."

***

I never realized how boring school was, not until I met Jack. Now everything seems dull compared to what I can accomplish with him. I can turn into an inferno for heaven's sake. I mean that makes everything else seem dull.

***

When I get to the park, Jack is already waiting for me. When he sees me I wave, picking up my pace. I watch as he grabs something off a bench.

Is that… boxing equipment? I think to myself. Sure enough it is, and then I realize with a sigh what he is going to make me do.

"Why hello there." He tells me.

"Hi, um, what are we doing?"

"I thought it would be useful if we practiced using our fists. That way if we're ever caught off guard by ourselves we can fight back." He smirks at me.

He has a point.

"Ok fine. But if I punch you in the face, you can't blame me." I say, not impressed with his choice.

"Whatever. But first things first, we stretch."

***

Us "stretching" is basically me just showing Jack how uncoordinated I am. I fall five times doing different exercises. 

Eventually I give up, waiting for Jack to finish. When he's done he grabs something off a bench.

"Katrina, I want you to make a fist like this, and hit these. Ok?" He says, folding his hand into a fist before holding up punch mitts. "Fine, but this is silly." 

He just looks at me, a blank expression crossing his face. "We need to be prepared, when those people came after us we were almost defenseless. That can't happen again." 

He's right, I just don't want to admit it. For the next two hours we practice different techniques. Taking turns holding the pads while the other hits them. 

We try to practice using our fire but it won't work. "Jack, if we're supposed to have these powers, how come they don't work?" I say, staring at my hands. 

He shrugs, not knowing how to respond. Then I remember something, "You know how whenever we practice there is the sphere?" "Yeah?" He replies slowly. "Well we've never gotten past the glow, maybe we should see what happens." I tell him. He nods, "Let's try it."