Chapter 10

Tyrone Black - "Combustion"

My name is Tyrone. My code name is Combustion. I like fire. At the time I was sitting on the grass in the back yard of a girl named Jessica while she was spouting some rules about our group. I listened, and in the meantime, to entertain myself, I pulled out a small can of hairspray and sprayed a small amount in the palm of my hand, then struck a match on my teeth and lit the hairspray, causing a small fire in the palm of my left hand. I took note of Marcia, sitting next to me, as she looked over and saw me and my flaming hand, "doesn't that hurt?" She asked.

"It's warm...but it doesn't really cause any harm, because its not my skin that's burning; its the hairspray. I could stand to have it burn a little bit more," I placed my right hand over the top of the flame and held it there for a while before removing it.

"You're nuts," Marcia said with a half smile, "it's kinda...intriguing."

"Tyrone and Marcia," Jessica said, "am I boring you?"

"No, teacher," I said. I clapped my hands and the flame went out with a tiny puff of smoke. Marcia leaned over,

"why are you so fascinated by fire?" She whispered.

"It's hypnotic," I said, "it casts a spell, taps into some primal emotion that can only be described, and triggered, by fire. It's beautiful. Beyond description. Everybody feels like that about fire. I'm just one of the few people who speak their emotions out loud."

"That's very poetic," she smiled.

"If you think that's poetic," I said, "you'll love this: you are fire." She smiled and I sensed a touch of blushing.


A/N: before you start thinkin "that was pointless!" Just remember: it doesnt neccesarily have to be about the war every single time