Pyromaniac

by QueenOfTheFlame

Her name is Gray. She has the ability to create fire. She's a Pyromaniac - addicted to fire. She can't resist it, despite the pain it's caused her. His name is John - and he manipulates fire. He's with the Brotherhood and she's with the X-Men. So why can't they seem to resist one another? Fluff/Smutt/Some bad language but not much. Please review!

Prologue

I watch the flickering flames as they eat away at the paper. The beautiful glow has me entranced, hypnotised. I can't look away. My hand tightens around the jug of water as I struggle to control my thundering pulse, my heart racing uncontrollably.

I reach a hand out, pass my hands quickly through the flame. I can feel it burning against the palm of my hand, but I don't shy away from it. Instead, I welcome the heat. It feels like bliss. Calming, soothing - and yet exciting at the same time. Wonderful.

I close my eyes and sink into the feeling of warmth. I feel as if time slows down, just so that I can remain trapped within this void. I feel as if the fire is thawing me out, inside out - it makes me feel alive. The adrenaline coursing through my body has a soft shuddering sigh escaping my mouth.

I open my eyes and let out a gasp of shock when I realise that the fire has spread - it's moved from the wooden box and jumped out to catch onto the cloth on the kitchen table. Panicking, I throw the jug of water over it - but barely get any of it.

Feeling suddenly sick, I jump to my feet and run to the kitchen and with shaky hands, refil it with water. I turn back to find its spread. My panic is suddenly overwhelming and I freak out. I throw the water over the fire but once more it does nothing. I turn back to the sink and glance over at the fire. It's growing.

I let out a soft noise of fear and suddenly dart out the back door. I know I shouldn't, but the flames are growing, spreading throughout the house - the smoke is almost more than I can handle. I feel that I'm choking on it already.

I run and don't stop. Don't look back.