Snippet #1654941

'Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.' Pyro wasn't sure how he remembered that, who said it, or how long he had known that quote. All he knew was that, yes, it was a quote. He hadn't said it. It hadn't come from him, it had come from someone else. But who? He cast his eyes around his room, the white surprisingly blinding considering his past world. The warmth of the flames... The reds mixing with the oranges, the yellow edges of the fire. And the glorious white and blue, the hottest parts, the ones he loved the most. But it was gone, now, and he was left cold and alone.

No, it wasn't the alone that bothered him, though Pyro wasn't exactly an anti-social person. It was the cold. As if by instinct, he reached into his jean pocket and pulled out his old red lighter. The red was somewhat faded, and it couldn't even make a spark, but it was comforting. Just holding it in his hand... He smiled painfully to himself as he clicked it, again and again. The sound echoed in his empty room, but reminded him of the warmth he used to have. Before they came. It wasn't fair, he remembered thinking. Why me? I just want fire... I just want to be warm.

I wonder if the door will every open, Pyro thought to himself. He cast his green eyes around the room, the dismal white glaring back at him. I hope so. This is so... So dull. Fire is interesting. Fire is everything, after all. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice his door had opened until he saw a bit of black in the corner of his eyes. He stood up, seeing a weird... Animal stare at him. It had bright glowing eyes. Yellow, eyes. This has got to be some kind of joke, Pyro thought as he stepped a few feet closer to it. Suddenly, it transformed. It became... Him. Only completely back, even the clothes. Only the green eyes were the same.

"What the hell?!" Pyro shouted, backing up and trying to set it on fire. Only sparks. Damn, this isn't good, he thought. I keep forgetting those damn scientists or whatevers came. I'm screwed... I need some serious help. He thrust his hand forward and a small burst of fire shot forward, singeing the thing a little. "Come on, come on! You can do this...." Pyro bit his lip and snapped his fingers, able to create a small, tennis-ball sized fireball. Not exactly his best work, but it was going to have to do. Jumping forward, Pyro shoved his fist in the thing's face. It made some kind of animalistic noise and shot up in fire. Well, it's head it. It backed away, still screaming, giving Pyro time to leave his room. He looked around quickly and spotted a group of other kids like him just standing around.

"Whatever you guys are planning on doing, it better be fast, because we've got company. I'm Pyro," he said quickly. He snapped his fingers again, and his fireball went out.