Ok this is the second chapter of my fan fiction Passion's fire. Duh. --
Ok since I didn't put this in my other chapter I would like to note a few things. After watching a few episodes of Static Shock where you see Hotstreak's gentler and more frightened child side I decided I would write a fan fic showing that side. I think that side needs a little more light shown on it. The only problem was; giving him a reason to show it. Thus Pyre came into existence. If you read the first chapter; which I assume you did since you are reading the second and if I'm assuming wrong then you need to go read the first chapter, (Stop reading things out of order 'mahn it isn't the way things work mahn.' ) then you'll understand what's going on and what Pyre means to Hotstreak.

Anyway on to the story
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Hotstreak sat in the corner of his cell waiting for the clock bells to chime in midnight and welcome the new day. He looked over towards Pyre as she wandered around her cell talking to herself, a bad habit she needs to get rid of he said to himself. He hadn't told her Ebon's plan and frankly he wasn't too thrilled about telling her. As bad as she was, she knew when to stop digging her hole. Hotstreak tried to count the number of times she had pulled him out of his holes; no matter how deep he dug them. He always wondered why she did it, why she helped him. He received his answer one night before their battle; she had been talking to her friends. They had wondered the same thing he had always wondered.

"Why do I always pull him out of his hole? I guess it's because I know the best way to mess up your Francis and to upset him is to help him and be nice to him. We all know how Francis responds to help from an enemy," her voice and laughter still echoed in his memory, like a scar on some one's skin. She had been right about it, though he had never attempted it himself she had done it to him so many times. He had repeated his response to her kindness to the point that she had it memorized. That gave her the ability to defeat him countless times before they actually full out battled and she disappeared.

"Pyre….we're breaking out of here…" Hotstreak said hesitantly. Pyre stopped dead in her tracks and in mid self argument. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "Haven't you dug you're hole deep enough yet." He looked over towards Ebon as the clock's hands moved to 11:58. Ebon glared at him, and then ran one of his fingers across his throat, indicating to Hotstreak to get his ass moving.

"Pyre, just do it ok? I don't have time to argue," he said quickly beginning to fear a little for Pyre's life. He walked towards the bars between them, "Come here and give me your hands." Pyre raised her eyebrow once again, "Excuse me?" Hotstreak glared at her and this time instead of asking her he demanded it "Give me your hands Pyre…." Pyre hesitated, "DAMNIT PYRE GIVE ME YOUR HANDS!" Startled by his outburst Pyre walked toward the bars and took his hands, "My God Francis…"

He looked at her hands in his….'They're smaller than I remember' he thought to himself. "Light them," he said coldly. She looked at him confused. "Damnit Pyre use your powers," he said colder and harsher this time. He gave her no time to respond and lit his own, he then gripped her hands tightly. "Light them now Pyre," he demanded. She obediently did so and before she knew it he had flung a fireball made of both their powers at the door to Pyre's cell, just as the clock toned in midnight. He then flung one at his own.

"Francis! What're you doing?" she cried as he ran and unlocked Ebon's cell door "Let's go Pyre," he began walking towards her as she sat down on her bed. She hugged herself, "No, I've dug my hole deep enou-," Hotstreak cut her off and threw her over his shoulder, "Put me down!" she began wailing but Ebon stopped her, "Look here 'Pyre' if you give us away I'll put you in a place you'll never be able to get out of" he said coldly and then shadowed them away to their hideout.