Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-43957690-20191001221441/@comment-47.144.239.92-20191012225937

Chicken tornado wrote:

'''I move closer, my heart still pounding from thes hock of it all. I see that it's a boy, my age, or maybe older. He has blonde hair, long enough to tie back in a ponytail, and a lanky body. My mom hoists him out of the rubble, and looks at me with a sense of urgancy.'''

"Go call the medic. He's alive."

Chapter 2: Why I don't trust blondes

'''We've been waiting in this room for three hours. Elvin law requires that My mom and I have to stay until someone comes to claim the kid who fell through our ceiling. The medics have already run the tests, and aparently he's not old enough to be out on his own. He's 15, i think. '''

'''The waiting room is slightly interesting. We are the only ones in it. The walls are bright yellow, the floor soft and gentle on my feet, like cotton. litte nicknacks are strewn around, no doubt for younger kids to play with. I see a wooden yeti, small enough to fit in my hand. '''

'''"You'd think his parents would have figured out that he's missing by now." I complain to my mother, who sits in a chair across the room, typing into her imparter, probably messaging my father, telling him that we won't be home for a while.'''

'''She ignores me. I don't blame her. It's been a tough day for us all. '''

'''The door to the hospital rooms opens, and a pretty woman with gorgious chocolate skin and sparkely braids steps out from behind. "The boy is awake now." She alerts us. '''

'''My mom nodds, getting up from her chair. Her red hair falling from the messy bun atop her head. "Come, Bran." she tells me.'''

'''I get up, glad to get out of this room, and follow both women into a wide hallway. The medic- I can see that her nametag says 'Livvy, - leads us to the third door on the left. We enter.'''

'''The boy that fell through the roof is sittting on a simple bed, looking confused. It seems that they've cleaned him up a bit. His shoulder length blonde hair is washed and tied beck into a pony tail. His face was clean. I hadn't noticed before, but it had been super dirty when he'd feel through the roof. Now that his eyes were open, I could see that they were sky blue. Actually kind of cute. '''

'''I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I turn to see my mom looking worried. "Bran, I have to go. Your brother is giving dad some trouble at home." '''

'''"Um, okay?" I say. "So do I have to stay?"'''

'''"It's only for a little while." She tells me. '''

'''Fine, I think to myself. Better than going home. My mom and the pretty medic leave the room, and I am oficially stuck with the wierd kid. '''

'''He stares at me. I raise an eyebrow. '''

'''"Where am I?" He asks. His voice is shaking with confusion. '''

'''"The hospital. You fell through my roof." '''

"W-what? Who are you?"

'''I roll my eyes. "You wouldn't now. We've never met. It's Branwen."'''

'''He's breathing hard, and for a second, I wonder if I should call the medic. "I can't remember anything." He blurts. ​​​​​​I inch a little closer, trying to read his eyes. Why would he be lying? "What's your name then?" '''

'''"I don't know." He shakes his head frantically. '''

'''The room becomes suddenly very hot. '''

"So... you don't know why you fell through my ceiling?"

'''"I don't remember at all." '''

'''Sweat drips down my forehead, but the boy is still dry. Then, suddenly, his hands erupt into flames. He's a Pyrokinetic, I realize. That's why it was so hot.'''

'''"Medic!" I call, backing away from the boy. He is panting, trying to put out the flames. '''

'''The door bursts open, and the medic with the sparkly braids enters. "What's going on?!?!" She shouts. '''

'''But then she sees the flame, and he eyes widen. She reaches into her pocket and I see her throw a cloud of dust at the boy. The flames die out immediately. '''

'''I rush to look at thw boy, who is coughing in the dust. "What happened?" he shouts, ripping the covers off of his legs and srabling out of the bed, as though he thinks that the sheets were the cause of the fire. '''

'''​​​​​​​"You..." I start, feeling shaken. "You're a Pyrokinetic!"'''