Fire Flare
Summary: Ember is a photographer roaming around Central City. Once the particle accelerator affects her, she shuns people. One day, she meets Barry who knows what's happening to her. Barry/OC
Chapter One:
I love Central City, it's my home. I was born and raised here. Momsie and Pop-sicle were born here, and they died here. Dad had heart problems when I was twelve, and mom died of cancer when I was fourteen. I moved with with a close family friend, the Ramon's. My best friend and brother figure, CIsco, was always there for me. We still keep in touch since he started working at Star Labs, he's too smart for his own good.
Right now, I'm walking around the city and taking photos to sell. I love photography, been doing it since mom gave me her grandmothers polaroid camera, which is the camera I'm using now.
I take photos of anything that catches my eye; buildings, streets, the shining lights of the cars in traffic, people, the night sky, and the moon above the skyscrapers.
All of a sudden, a giant gold light emits throughout the sky, coming from Star Labs. Lightning bolts strike at random all over the place. I can't help but take photos of this moment and put the printed pictures in my grey leather shoulder bag.
I didn't have time to move out of the way when a bolt flew towards me. It hit me right over my heart sending me back a few feet, making me land flat on my back. Strange, but warm tingles flow through my body and warms my skin. Warmth runs through me and shields me from the cold wind of Central City.
With a groan in pain, I slowly sit up, with a hand over the spot where the bolt hit me. Not wanting to get hit again, I stand up and limp away. I move away from everyone and head to the direction to my house.
After I graduated high school at fifteen, since my IQ is 120, I moved into my own house and decided to relax and get away from work until I wanted to find the perfect job. So I moved into my own place, my neighbors are really nice people called the West's, they have someone else living with them, I forgot his name.
I walk, more like limp, up the stone stairs to my front door, unlocking it and stumbling inside. I throw my keys on the table beside the entrance and hang my grey jacket on the coat hanger.
I limp into the living room and throw my bag on the floor and let myself fall onto the couch breathing hard from the pain. I can feel my hands get warmer and beads of sweat falling from my forehead, rolling down my pale face.
I stand up and stumble up the steps to the second floor. Maybe a small, relaxing bath will help with the pain. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the water, plugging the tub up. I take off my red scarf and green cargo shirt, leaving me in a black tank top and dark wash skinny jeans.
Feeling dizzy and queasy, I put my hands on both sides of the sink and look down. Looking up into the mirror, I see something that makes me feel like I'm in a horror movie. My eyes look like burnt ash, yet I can see perfectly. My black hair starts to slightly fly like air is blowing in my face, but small flames are at the end.
I gasp out loud once I realize that my hair isn't burning and it doesn't feel hot. I feel warmth on my hands and look down. Gasping once again in shock, I see flames coming from my palms. It doesn't even feel hot, more like the calm warmth of a fireplace.
"Okay, Ember. Calm down, deep breaths, maybe it'll go away if I just calm down." I said to myself. After ten minutes of taking deep breaths, the flames in my hair and hands ease down and my eyes are back to their cobalt blue color. I sigh in relief. "Two crazy things in one day… This is some weird shit."
I take my bath and just relax. So first the storm coming from Star Labs, me getting hit by lightning, limping home, and then finding out that lightning gave me pyrokinesis or something like that. God help me..
