Fire (Warren's Prologue)
She was sitting on the fence outside the school as her black and white wolf dog laid across her feet. She was looking through a note book she'd found. It was full of drawings and talk of chaos disorder and anarchy...
She found it almost tantalizing as she read words after word of scribbled darkness, dirty blonde hair swinging wildly in the wind as she ditched the last day of eight grade. Next year she'd be going to Sky High... What a terrifying thought.
Almost as terrifying as the devilish words written in red ink in the note book she now held.
"Can I help you?" It was Warren Peace's cold voice who growled from beside her as he grabbed the notebook from her.
"Yes you can." She said, surprising him greatly as she stood and smiled at his smoldering eyes, "Tell me about this chaos you seem so fond of."
That was how it had started, because of written words on a page.
She took him home as if he was a lost dog, between his shifts at the paper lantern she'd sit with him and he'd hold her hand under the table to hide their affection from prying eyes.
He didn't want her to become an outcast too.
He had his motor cycle permit since he was thirteen, so they were often seen, speeding through et streets in the rain. Warren made her wear his helmet to hide her face as she held tightly around him.
He remembered shouting at her after a hard day of work, he remembered throwing a lamp across his room before she'd grabbed him crying. he hadn't meant to make her cry...
He'd put an arm over her shoulders and sat beside her on the bed until her tears subsided.
Then what started as a small fast apologizing kiss turned into something deeper.
Even as Warren lay in his bed writing in his notebook he couldn't help but think that he'd stolen her innocence...
He had never been truly innocent in his eyes. But she had been his obsession, his weakness...
He remembered her sitting on the couch with him while he mom was still at work, remembered how her hands had rested around his neck...Remembered her head on his chest...
He remembered seeing her house burn down on his way home from work.
He remembered the burning in his eyes as a tear rolled down his face when they declared her dead.
He remembered going home and writing about the chaos once more as his whole body burned...that's what it had taken to give him his powers that night. To loose her to the flames.
He finished his sketch and crumpled it up, setting it aflame as he tried to blink its image from his eyes.
It was of a sweet wolf shape-shifter named Melanie Elliot.
She was on fire.
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