Snippet #1364521

Brandon woke with a start. He could sense fire. There was a fire in the school! He searched his room, but surprisingly, he was not the cause of this fire for once. He dressed quickly and ripped open the door. A student, passing by, almost got hit by the door, and shouted abuse at him as he ran towards the fire's source. After a while, he came to a classroom. He stopped, senses tingling. Yes, there was fire in this room.

Brandon slowly edged the door open, checking for fire. When he looked in, someone, or something (I was too hard to tell through the flames), was on fire. More, it seemed they controlled it and were engulfed by it. They were standing face to face with the teacher, and all the other students were edging away, back against the wall. Brandon stared. This was weird. It appeared he had found someone else who could control fire, and then all of a sudden he felt rather stupid. He had ran from his room to get here, just to stand in the door? He sighed, then moved into the classroom, pondering what he could possibly do. The old saying 'Fight fire with fire' came to mind.

Focusing his energy, Brandon tried his best to make and control fire. He wasn't very good at this. At last, a fireball appeared ini his hand, and he willed it to cover his arm and hand like a glove. His attention wavered as he noticed a girl standing on her desk, closer the the others, and he almost lost control of his fire. Steadying himself, he then moved to the one creating all the fire, and stepped between him and the teacher. At least pyro's are fire resistant, he thought with a grimace, as he waited for the other to do something.