A/N: Hey guys :) This is actually my very first fanfiction, so I'm not too sure about how good it's going to be. BUt i actually have a good story line already thought out, and just needs to be uploaded, so, if i find that my story's appealing to anyone, I'll try and get out new chapters. Critizism is welcome, just please try to be nice with them. I'm not sure about how often I'll upload, but I'll just go with teh flow. BUt, enough talking, and on with the story! (The rest of the story is better then the first chapter, and this is not beta'ed).

Fateful Meeting

Ever since that day, I was always near my Jack.

"Stop! Don't come any closer! If you do, then I'll just end up hurting you, too!" a small 12 year old girl screams. That little girl was me. Flames raged uncontrollably all around me. I had been walking outside, when someone spotted me, and started calling me names. The other kids who heard also came and started to taunt me.

"Go ahead, scardey cat!" they mocked. "Burn us all up like you always say you will. But you can't, and you know why? It's because you're a loser." I finally snap, and I let out a furious roar of anger. And along with my anger, fire also erupted from me. A fast and furious cycle of red hot fire raced around me. Anything within a few meter radius of me instantly caught on fire, and I coukd hear terrified screams start filling the air. I saw people running out of their homes to try to put out the fire, but when they saw that it was useless, they tried to run. But my flames were special. My flames only obeyed me, and wouldn't go out unless I still had enough control left to order them to stop. This was not one of those times. As soon as my fire escaped from me, I had lost all control over them.

And no matter how much I had hated them, despised them, their name calling, stone throwing, and rejection from normal society, I still couldn't bring myself to justify their deaths as they were swallowed up by my hot fires. I was mortified with myself, and I lost my mental stability as I watched in horror as my fire captured and killed any who were unlucky enough to not run away fast enough. I broke down, sank to my knees, and just kept calling myself a monster, a demon, a murderer.

I sat like that for some time, hating myself and my uncontrollable fire, and heard the fires burn down everything in its path. But then, I heard a crisp branch snap behind me, and I immediately jumped up and faced the sound. "Whoa! Whoa there, little one. It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you," said a soothing voice. It sounded like it belonged to a teenager, but still had that childish tone to it. But not right now. Right now, it was soothing, as if approaching a cornered animal.

The 16 year old teenager kept one hand in front of him, the other held a long, sort of bluish crook, like a shepard's, and was slightly crouched, ready to spring away at a moment's notice. He had pure white hair, like snow, icy blue eyes, a frosted navy blue hoodie, and faded brown pants.

I looked at him in surprise, but I quickly got over that. "Stop! Don't come any closer! If you do, then I'll just hurt you too! Go away!" I shout at him. He seemed a little surprised, but quickly masked it. Instead, he replaced it with a look of understanding and kindness.

"It's ok, little one. I know that you must've had a hard life, but you don't have to continue this," he said gently. My temper instantly flared to life again, and I shouted at him, "How dare you!? How dare you come here, not knowing anything, and then you talk as if you actually know me! You don't know anything!" and with that, a wall of fire erupted around him, and engulfed him. I saw the surprise on his face for only a split second before it was charred away.

At first, I thought, Ha! Serves you right, you stupid guy! But as my temper settled down again, the realization struck me harder than a blow from a cannon. I had just killed the only person who had actually tried to talk to me. The only person to look at me with kindness and concern, instead of scorn and hate.

My heart crippled itself as it threatened to stop beating all together. I had just killed a kind person. That thought in and of itself was enough to make me want to kill myself with my own flames (if that were possible), and I began a new fit of sobbing. I cried and cried, knowing the horrors of the crimes I had just committed.

But then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I jumped. I reflexively looked up, having the eyes of a cornered wild animal. But instead of seeing a look of pure hatred, I saw only gentleness and compassion there in those wonderful blue eyes.

He gave me a knowing smile, and said, "If you're really such a monster like you keep calling yourself to be, then why did you just cry?" he asked softly. I look at him, not understanding, and he just gives a small laugh. "Monsters don't weep. They don't cry for those they kill. They have no conscious or qualms about killing innocent people. But you do. In fact, you just proved it to me. You just cried when you thought that you had killed me, and I saw you crying earlier when you realized that you had burned this town down. You're really not a horrible person, you just let your anger get the best of you."

His words left me feeling numb. My brain racked itself to try to comprehend what he had just said to me, and when I had it filtered in, I could hardly believe it. There was actually such a person in this world that didn't think of me as a monster that should just go die. He actually called me a nice person. And even though he knows what I had done, and what I will likely do again, he still doesn't look at me with a face of disgust, but with love and care, as if I was actually just the frightened girl I was.

I was still staring into his eyes, when I found that my vision was getting blurry. I swayed on my feet, and he quickly caught me before I slipped off into a deep sleep. The last thing I remember, is his concerned voice calling out to me, his vocals echoing in my head, and sinking themselves into my heart.

I would never forget this wonderful person who showed me the flicker of a chance in this dark world that I'm surrounded by.

A/N: so, what did you guys think? Continue or leave it? (This will be the only chapter with death in it).If you can, please review. It would be greatly appreciated :)