Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-44907704-20200125220701

BRANT MANIFESTING AS A PYROKINETIC

The fire scorched, ready to engulf everything in its path. White-hot and flaming, the crackles seemed like the voice of an old friend - one the Elvin world denied out of fear. Fearing fire was normal. Backing down from it was unacceptable. And yet there were more magnificent flames someplace else... a place where he yearned to be... a place of salvage when all was rejected... So close.

"What is this?" A woman's voice screamed - taking the bait. "Brant, what is this?!" His lips curled into a smile, imagining his mother gesturing at the ready-to-erupt walls. He refused to hear the echoes of her cries, her pleading... He paused for a second, allowing the fire to manifest as it formed wisps that vanished into nothingness a second later. So lifelike and stretching out into a distance, but it had an end that was finite -- it got narrower, subtly... "You wouldn't understand." A fit of laughter seemed to want to drown him, but there was no wave that swept over. Fire messes with your mind. His voice seemed every bit as hollow as the oak sapling soon to be scorching in his backyard. "No reason to... worry!" He called truthfully, his voice real with the edge of being torn. There was the part of him that feared this would be etched into his memory... ...But he didn't dare wander further as he raised his arms, not as a salute of surrender but to allow him to continue. He hadn't realized the intricate shape before but it definitely wasn't a perfect circle as he imagined pinching the fire outward, dragging, dragging until there were swirls inside of swirls and they were a united unit. Creating a path for escape. He imagined the pure desperation, how they had brought it on for themselves to rule their world out of safety... His mother stayed put in place. He would've sensed it from the fire if she'd moved - because it was a part of him. ''BRANT. Veiled figures formed every second but rose up even quicker... he didn't know which would win, his ignorance or his curiosity.'' ''BRANT, HOW COULD YOU? Even though it was red and yellow and orange and every color in between, he could tell. This one was lighter than blonde - the color of ash if he put her against a fiery background.'' He was so close. ''BRANT!! LET ME GO! His mind screamed. YOU'RE TRYING TO SHATTER ME!'' You've hurt me more. His keenness got the better of him. Somewhere in his mind, a gap seemed to open and double as a second mouth as it sputtered, ''WHO ARE YOU? Someone who is trying to help you. Now, LET HER GO.'' ...no.  ''NONONONONONONO! NO HELP! NO! Are you going to let them reduce you to this? Are you, you coward? Because I think you're showing to them that they're right!'' He wouldn't know whose eyes were puffier, his or his mother's. He wouldn't ever get to play the victim and watch his enemies' eyes widen as he scorched them, burned them, ripped them apart... But there would always be a part that was balanced. Similarity. How do ''I block you?  You cannot block me. You made the choice of having me in your life. Every moment you spend with me is giving me a part of your life and I am returning the same deed. Whether you want to keep it that way is up to whether you want to listen to me or not.'' His eyes watered, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he was supposed to be invincible. He was invincible. This was a trick. But was he willing to make an exception if his victim belonged to the people who had outed him? 