The flames surrounded him... yet they never touched him. He played with them as a child... he was their friend... their precious child.
But how exactly did they find the child?
It all started with a fire.
The mansion was burning in the middle of the night. Smoke was appearing from above and were destroying everything they touched.
That's what the flames did. They burnt. They destroyed.
They left none behind.
In the midst of the smoke was a child's cry, wailing all through the mansion. The flames made their way towards the child's room to find a baby truck, a strange design on his sides as they glowed in the dark.
He was left behind. Abandoned by his parents and family.
The flames took the child into their hold, and he squirmed but didn't oppose. Instead, he glanced up at the flames and let out a giggle as his eyes were as black as coal.
A precious child. Why the parents would abandon him was a question the flames asked.
But they couldn't leave the child alone, so gently, they gripped tightly child onto the child before burning the rest of the mansion down.
The firefighters came, but the flames were long gone with the child.
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The smell of the smoke was familiar as he watched the fire in the garage get put out.
The fire was an accident, honestly. He didn't mean to cause it.
If he meant to do it, he would've made it stronger.
He would've burnt the place and everyone in it.
The sight of his rival being complimented for helping deal with the fire didn't help either. It made his angry, angrier than usual as jealousy settled into his chest.
If he was going to get what he wanted, he was going to have to watch him burn.
Burn into ashes.
It shouldn't be too hard.
The flames were his friend, after all.
It should be fun making Blaze suffer.