The flame head boy dimmed his fire and walked closer to the fallen boy. Kyle stirred. The flame head boy picked up Kyle and put him over his shoulder. This was too easy. He thought that Kyle would give him more of a challenge. He just went down.
As the flame head boy were thinking these thought's, they went into Kyle's brain. Kyle's pride was hurt when he heard these thought's. You can try to kill him and take him hostage but never, EVER, dis his pride. His eyes snapped opened. He narrowed his eyes and went inside the boy's head.
The flame head boy screamed. Kyle went deeper in his head. What he saw was a little sad. This boy and his girlfriend were in a fire. The girlfriend burned to death. That was when the flame head boy named Greg got his power to control fire. He holds onto this pain and use's it. He can't create fire though.
Kyle slipped out of the boy's arms. He landed on his hands, performing a hand stand and falling back on his feet. He looked back at Greg and saw him gripping his head. He must of brought up that memory instead of the pain. Kyle knew there wasn't much time. The air was fading and with no controller over the fire, it was going out of control.
" Come on!" Kyle shouted helping the man up.
" I just tried to capture you, why are you helping me?" Greg asked.
" My morals. I can't leave you to burn to death. No matter how much I want to." Kyle said putting Greg's arm around his neck.
Kyle made a hole in the wall where the window was and jumped through. He started to fly before he caught himself. He lowered Greg to the floor before he flew off. He made sure his hunter wasn't following him.
Stan wandered away from his classmates. He was now in the forest. He was worrying about Kyle. He should of went back to help him. He didn't even see Kyle get out. Maybe he was dead.
" Pshh! Stan." A voice called.
Stan turned around in hope. Was it Kyle? " Dude, it's me." Of course not. It was just Kenny. " Sup?" Stan said not really caring.
" Ouch. I know I'm not Kyle but you can act like you care." Kenny said pretending to be hurt.
" Where's the faggy ginger Jew?" Cartman asked.
" SHUT UP CARTMAN!" Kyle's voice boomed in his head.
" Ay!" Cartman shouted while wincing.
" Kyle?! You can hear us?" Kenny asked.
" Duh. My brain is always listening to people's conversations. It sucks to be this talented." Kyle said. You could hear him smile.
Stan smiled in relief. He was alright. Kyle was alright. Where was he anyway? ' I'm on my way to you guys.' Kyle sent.
' Good to know your alright.' Stan thought to Kyle.
Kyle received the message and blushed. Him receiving that thought made him remember this morning. He shouldn't tell Stan. It would just ruin their friendship.
Kyle looked down and saw his friends, and Cartman. He smiled and was about to land before them but that was when his head began to throb. His knees went up to his stomach as he grabbed his trobong head. ( Yes he's still flying.)
He yelped as the pain increased. The yelp caused the others to look up. " KYLE!" Stan shouted.
The pain. The pain was so intense. Kyle never felt anything like this. It was becoming to much to bear. He couldn't tell what was causing the pain but it was making him lose his focus. He lost his grip on himself and started to plummet to the earth. He was grabbing his head still as he plummeted to the earth.
Stan's eyes narrowed and he jumped. He was able to jump high enough to catch Kyle and land back to the ground without breaking any bones. ( Yes, having super strength can let you jump really high.)
Kyle was twitching as he had his eyes closed and still gripped his head. Stan held Kyle close. His falling brought back the memory of Kyle falling. Stan would never let Kyle fall. At least, not alone anyway.
To the reviwer that asked me to update Wednesday...IM SO SORRY! : (
I got sick with a terrible head cold. That and I had a essay to write.
My mom still sent me to school though. Sneezing snot globs and coughing. Still feel like shit but I didn't want to upset you guys more than I already did. Forgive me.
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