"Dr. Dew, Dr. Dew please come to the emergency room on level three."

Arson woke up very slowly, he felt something heavy on his arm. He had a bad headache and he felt like he was going to get sick.

"Hey there sweetie."

Turning his head to the side Arson saw the same human that he had hitched a ride with. She was standing by him with her hand on his pillow. Looking down he saw that his shoulders were completely bandaged, lifting his arm he saw eighty percent of his body was bandaged. There was some sort of heavy bandage over the nozzle of his flamethrower.

"The doctors don't know what happened to your hand hon," Abigail said. "they're doing the best that they can for you."

"I don't have a right hand," Arson moaned. "I never had."

"What do you mean hon?" Abigail asked. "The doctors said that they found some sort of liquid dripping from the end of your..."

"It's a flamethrower human," Arson said, he slowly and painfully sat up. "I was born with a flamethrower."

She had no idea what the boy was talking about, she had walked into the hospital nine hours ago with him wrapped in a very wet towel dripping fluid from the end of his arm. The doctors had taken him in right away, it had taken four hours of putting medicine, cleaning and bandaging his body.

"I see our burn child has woken up."

Turning his head, Arson saw a tall, balding old man wearing a white jacket walk into the room. Whatever hair the man had was graying, he was wearing a blue shirt, blue pants a light blue tie. Moaning loudly he fell back to the pillow, the human beside him placed her hand on his head and gently patted him, the doctor walked forward quickly.

"Has he said anything?" the doctor asked.

"Yeah, he said that his right arm was a flamethrower." Abigail sighed.

"He's gone through a lot so it is normal for him to say things like that." he said. "Has he said anything about where he came from?"

"Nothing about that."

Looking at the young boy, the doctor felt sympathy. He had seen burn victims before but none as bad as this one. None of the nursing staff knew his parents or guardian, all they knew was that he was brought in in very bad condition. His right hand had been cut off and some sort of liquid had been dripping out of the wound, the nurse that had cleaned that would had said that it smelled like Butane, physically impossible although not completely as the boy might have fallen into a puddle or something that had Butane in it.

"Boy," the doctor said slowly. "my name is Dr. Henry Geek and I've been assigned to you. Do you understand?"

"Yes." the boy said after a few minutes, he stared at the doctor distrustfully.

"I am going to ask you a few questions okay," the doctor said. "How old are you?"

"None of your damn business!" Arson yelled.

The doctor's mouth dropped, never in his thirty years of teaching had he ever heard a child curse. Sitting down on the edge of the bed he tried again. The woman that had brought the boy in continued patting the boy on his head, it seemed to have had a calming effect to the young boy.

"Come on, no one is going to hurt you I promise," Dr. Geek said calmly. "how old are you?"

"Five." the boy sighed.

"What's your name hon?" Abigail asked gently.

Arson pulled away from the human and looked up at her, he was curious about both but he also felt that he was about to get in trouble. He was hungry and thirsty but he didn't want to ask them, he was also very cold and uncomfortable.

"The name is Arson human!" Arson moaned.

"Arson..??"

Abigail and the doctor looked at each other, they had never heard a name like this. Abigail smiled gently at the boy, the first thing that came to her mind was that Arson was the boys nickname. Standing up and walking over to a tray, the doctor pulled out a syringe and a case of medicine that would ease the boy's pain.

"Where are you from dear?" Abigail asked.

"None...," Arson started to say. "California."

"Why are you in Virginia?" Abigail asked, she had a bad feeling.

"I ran away from home." Arson sighed.

"Keep him talking ma'am," the doctor said.

Arson twisted his head towards the doctor, his eyes glowed and he growled threateningly. In the man's hand was a syringe, with a scream he kicked his legs up and threw his arms above his head. The doctor tried to grab his left arm but he was too fast, Abigail already had his legs steady.

"Leave me alone!" Arson screamed. "Get the fuck away from me!"

"Calm yourself son," the doctor said, trying to calm the boy. "I am not going to hurt you."

"Get your paws off me!" Arson screamed, he threw his body up and almost jumped off the bed.

"Nurse!"

The doctor had dropped the syringe and had grabbed a hold of one of the boy's arms, the girl was having a hard time holding his legs down. He screamed for a nurse to get in and help, after three minutes one did. The nurse was a young woman with black hair and green eyes, her nails were painted black.

"Grab a syringe and give him an injection of some sleeping medicine!" the doctor screamed.

"Yes doctor!" the nurse said.

"Daddy!"

Arson had no idea why but he had allowed himself to scream at the top of his lungs daddy. He wished his father was nearby, he would help him, he'd also make these humans leave him alone. He felt tears roll down his cheeks, he wished he could somehow grab the doctors arm in his mouth and bite, he knew he had a nasty bite. One day one of the caretakers had walked up behind him and had scooped him up, surprised him, he had taken a real deep and nasty bite out of the man's arm.

Drawing the medicine into the syringe was one thing, administering it into the boy's system was another. The boy was totally out of control, he had kicked off the sheets and had turned around completely, he was almost loose. Quickly grabbing one of his legs the nurse turned him around to were she would be able to push the syringe in. The boy roared a premature roar when he felt the needle go into his body.

"There you go," Abigail said soothingly. "just a pinch and it's all over with."

Arson's eyes were completely lit up, with a roll he kicked the human in the face that was holding his feet, she fell onto the floor. He ripped his arm from the doctors hands, and he slapped the woman that the man had called nurse in the face. The doctor tried to grab him but the boy was too fast. Jumping from the bed and racing out of the room before anyone could stop him, Arson felt the effects of the medicine in his system. Shaking his head and almost falling to his knees, he continued on.

"Stop that kid!"

A tall blond doctor with blue eyes stood in his path, his arms were outstretched and so were his legs. He didn't want to stay here, he was scared! With a scream tried to run in between the man's legs but was caught. The man pulled him by his hospital gown around and wrapped his huge arm around his body, trapping him and strangling him at the same time.

"Leave mah bro alone!"

There were cracks of thunder all around, the man that was holding him fell down and he was released. Arson crawled to the wall, tried to stand but he couldn't get his legs to move. They felt like jello, the stuff that his father had given him one day when he was sick.

"Bro, bro can ye breathe?"

Using the last of his strength Arson nodded his head and placed his arms around his older brothers shoulders. His brother was stronger than he was, he had once carried him from the cliffs were he had broken his leg back home to were he was fixed up. Letting his head fall onto his brothers shoulders, he fell asleep.