Disclaimer: Don't own X-m:E. Also don't own my friends, but you know how that goes.
Prologue:
Lauryl Foca was at her computer, writing her English essay. She hated the class, but she knew that if she didn't finish this paper, her grade would go down. Suddenly, as the teenager wrote the word fire, (she meant to write fine) she experienced a cold shiver. An image of fire flashed before her eyes, and she shuddered involuntarily. She knew that feeling. She knew that image flash. She knew that she needed to run. Lauryl stood up so quickly her chair fell over, but she paid it no heed. She needed to run. Neglecting to grab her jacket, Lauryl ignored her mother's worried comment and rushed out into the street. Mrs. Foca watched as the door slammed behind her daughter. After a moment of debating, she stood up to follow her daughter, concerned about the girl's outburst. Lauryl had these strange reactions as of late, and Mrs. Foca wondered about them. Exiting the house, she walked briskly after her daughter, barely keeping her within eyesight, as her daughter was running. She followed as Lauryl ran up the one way street and then to where the crosswalk across Grand Turn, a busy street, was. Mrs. Foca continued to trail Lauryl as the girl ran into the neighborhood across Grand Turn and down the street. Mrs. Foca had to pick up her pace to follow her daughter, but when her daughter started to slow down, the mother found out all the chasing was for a valid reason. Lauryl ran frantically up to a familiar house: one of her best friend's, Liralyn Kago's.
As Lauryl approached Liralyn's house, she could already smell the smoke. She banged frantically on the door, hoping to wake somebody- anybody- up. She tried opening the door, but the stupid old-time handle locked automatically when it was shut all the way. The only thing she could hope to do was yell, scream and bang the Hell out of the door. Finally, Lauryl heard somebody coming down the steps in a hurry. Lauryl could see the orange glow of the fire start to engulf what she knew too well to be the bathroom. Liralyn's bedroom was adjacent to that bathroom and Lauryl started to get really anxious. Finally, someone opened the door. The escapees were Liralyn's parents, but Liralyn wasn't down yet. After coming out and finding that their daughter and son, Liralyn's brother, Enrique, were not out yet, Mrs. Kago tried to go back inside. Her husband and Lauryl's mother (whom Lauryl didn't even notice until Mrs. Kago's outbreak) held her back.
Inside the burning house, Liralyn was looking for her brother. Their rooms weren't far apart from each other, but the heat was so intense that Liralyn couldn't go into the hallway. Finally, she gave up. She could hear Enrique yelling from the other room and it was too much for a sister to bear. Suddenly, Liralyn came up with an idea. The roof of her garage was right below her window, and from there she could get to her brother's room. She rushed over to the window and opened it, the cool night air doing little to console the uncontrollable heat. Liralyn hurried to brother's window and banged on it so it would open. From down below she could hear her mother sobbing, but she knew she wouldn't be able to see her. Enrique came to the window and opened it up, letting his sister in. Just as Liralyn made it into the room, glass shattered below in the living room and she knew the fire had spread…there was no way out. Taking a deep breath, Liralyn looked at her brother, whose eyes were red either from the smoke or from crying. Deciding she needed to take action to live, Liralyn kicked at her brother's door. She could hear the wails of sirens, but she knew she and her brother wouldn't last long enough if she didn't move. As the fire-eaten wood came tumbling down, a burst of flame entered the room, knocking the siblings to the ground. Liralyn put her hand in front of her as a reflex, and suddenly it felt very cool and calm. She heard loud fizzing noises, and the temperature cooled off a bit, so the girl looked up and saw the fire had disappeared. Picking up Enrique and piggybacking him down the stairs, Liralyn was confused about the phenomena. She had to be careful where she placed her feet, because the stairs were mostly fire-eaten, but all of the fire had mysterious been put out. She assumed the firemen got there just in time, though she didn't see any. Liralyn wobbled to the open door, out onto the grass, and then she fell down, unconscious.