Chapter A-
Breaking Fire

"God damn it! Why today, why today of all days does this need to happen. Did they catch on? Did I let some details go without knowing? What happened to make it to where we deserved this to happen!" My mind has gone through the transition from zero to sixty in fractions of a second. The meeting hall had been raided during our final outing and I can only think that it was me who ratted us out. Out of everyone, I'm probably the most likely one to mouth us all off if something happens. If that's the case, some civilian could have heard my words and went to the police. "God damn my stupidity! What will the others think!"

The night was no longer silent on this thursday serenity. Sirens blared out from the shadows, gunshots were flying through the sky, and my body was full of adrenaline. My final mission to this group is to escort the boss to the bunker on the other side of town. With the police out on the streets, the townspeople are on high alert and no one gets away with the law once you are caught. I've heard stories about the people they capture and the cruel methods they have of getting information out of them. It's sickening and too much to think about now. With the level of crime we have done, I'm positive that the other members of Golden FireArms are dead at this point, so this mission can only be performed by me. "Suzuki come one! You are their main target at this point! You need to pull your weight around these parts if you wanna survive!"

The boss was a simple lass, all she ever wore was her undergarments, a jacket, and a skirt. At the best of times, you can catch her wearing a shirt with a white cat on it. She is a light skin tone with short blond hair, which was tied into pigtails by some flames.. The jacket was a flamboyant by nature, fire flared from the bottom of it up to two fake gun holsters meant to be pockets. It was and always will be laced in the bosses Imagination, which gave it a pinkish tone at the top. Her skirt had the same pattern go in reverse and the skirt was in the shape of fire. Let me tell you that this is exactly as revealing as you think it is. "Murisami! I'm not as fast as you are, and besides what am I supposed to do to keep up with someone with an Imagination such as yours. You basically run like an olympian and have the strength of a bodybuilder."

"Girl you crazy, you obviously would be better of if you were to just use your flames to keep up with me. Light up this place already, these alleyways are always dark at these hours. And don't you dare bitch and moan at me for making this an order." I stop to grab her hand and stare into her eyes. I don't know how, but I could feel the Imagination swelling inside her body as a natural panic option. Her jacket and skirt light up in this nice blue fire color as the flames extended the natural flame design of her skirt. Her bare feet started to spew fire from the base and her hair started to light up at the tips. However, there was no heat in fact the air around her felt extremely cold to the skin. What a weird way to represent your imagination, but I guess you do you. "Now you listen here Suzuki, if you want to live, you will listen to what I have to say and you will do it. I know you hate flying and that you have a fear of heights, but at this point, I need you to get off the ground and use that fire to..." The gunshots vanish almost instantly, the sirens stop, the footsteps vanish. They're guard was instantly put up. This just doesn't happen often whenever there's crime, they like to make their captured suspects feel hell. "... Well I guess we can try to use this time to cool off. We're safe."

The girl sighed and started to hover off the ground a couple centimeters, just enough to give herself a feeling of air control. By the time she was off the ground, her skirt's flaming design almost doubled in size and her jacket was looking like it would burn off of her body at any moment.. "Well, no thanks to you dumbass. This was supposed to be an easy job, we go in, get the cash, grab the wanted poster, and get out. If anything you're the one messing up everything with our missions. I know something's bothering you and it isn't my womanly charm. Spill the beans or spill the blood, I don't care which one you spill as long as you are giving your all."

At this point, there is no arguing with the boss, I'd be fried alive and tossed into the town sewer system. "Dammit woman, you don't have to put it like that, from what I'm hearing, a World Renowned is here in town. Not only that but it's "THAT" Renowned. No one knows his ability except the people that die by his hands. And those people are probably wishing they never saw him. You act like a child while I'm trying to keep things under control. Can't you see that I'm keeping your ass alive!" She goes to speak another word, but it's interrupted by a couple of gunshots. I grab her hand and smack her. "Would you rather live or die by his hands huh? Or maybe to those gunshots? Or maybe I should kill your ass right now so that they think I'm on their side? Huh? Well? What do you think we should do! We don't have any time left for your nagging bullshit!"

And just like that, fear had taken over her senses. Her body started to leave the ground, and as she was leaving the ground, I panicked and grabbed her by the skirt. My hands were pretty close to what you people call... the hip. It took her about 7 seconds to get up to the top of the skyscraper next to us. As we land I let go and slap her ass with a bit of a laugh to myself. "You know hitting a girl is against the law right? I can easily write you to the police about what you just did." She laughs a bit to keep her mind off the fact she's about 6 stories high off the ground. "But We're criminals anyways, what's one more bad strike to you… Anyways we don't really have much time left here to dwell on our failures as human beings, just gotta get to the bunker. And I swear to god if you make a joke about how you're going to "smash" me I'm gonna beat the shit out of you."

Their view of the town was one of the best a person could get at this run down area. For a place that had a six story tall building, the town is pretty small, only holding up a population of 98,648 people. There was nothing special about the town either, no lights, no night time events, there aren't even people on the roofs stargazing. "Yo, we need to get going. You ready to take off again? I know how much flying drains your energy…"

Suzuki was lying down on the ground almost motionless. The flames were gone from her body and the pink tint on her jacket was flaring just as fire in rain would. I immediately ran to her and picked her up. "Fuck my luck, you must have done some dirty stuff back there other then set the whole thing ablaze. You unbelievable… You know what I can't mess with you. I'd probably die trying." I pick her up and sprint off the side of the building. My mission was still to continue my trek to the bunker, nothing could stop me from what I had to do this day.

The night was long and arduous, of course today of all days it would start raining during the night. Every jump I made was a mistake waiting to happen, every misstep a broken body, every sprint a death could be seen. I was afraid for my own being, but the feeling of dread kept me going ever more then usual. The will of not dying just didn't want me to die so early. So my grip tightened around Suzuki's mid section and I ran straight ahead towards the future I wanted. It's a cliche I know, but everything's going to be alright in the end. At least I hoped it to be true.

That night I couldn't make it to the bunker and had to hide inside the stairway of some old building. The night was a cold one, and I can only thank the gods that Suzuki isn't dead at the moment. Her pulse is faint and her Imagination is almost gone. However, she's alive. That's all that matters. "Suzuki, I'm gonna go scout out the area. I know you're probably out cold, but I need to see if our spot is safe still." I walk up to the roof, and sure enough the entire building we are in is surrounded by police cars and a… Firebird? "What the hell? I figured we would be surrounded… Wait is he here!"

I run back down to see Suzuki already awake. Her body was starting to fade from all the use of Imagination. My hands go around her hips another time, holding her tight as not to let her fall. "I'm gonna have to use my Imagination to get us there. Hopefully I can keep it up." For those who don't know, when someone activates their Imagination, it takes a heavy toll on the users body for some obscene power that you would need the most when you first awaken it. T*he only way you can Awaken your imagination is for you to go through a life long journey of pressure, disappointment, and a whole lot of things. As an example, I'll tell you how Suzuki got her Imagination Awakened., Suzuki was trapped inside a brick house. There was a wooden door with no windows or objects anywhere inside the room she was in. So her body gave her pyrokinesis to an extremely large degree. So much so that she caused the brick and wood to burn and melt around her. She escaped before anything could burn her skin, but as we know now, she's immune to anything heat related and is weak to anything cold.

I press down onto my thighs and a flare of grey fires over my body. "Teleport me about 20 meters to the south… Make sure I'm on top of whatever I teleport into or onto." A spike of grey consumes both me and Suzuki and shoots us up to the sky as a beam of light, transporting us to where I wanted almost instantly. Our landing point was one I haven't seen in a fair while. We were on the roof of the bunker, my job was complete.

With this great development, I breathe fresh air as if it were my last and happily open the hatch into my new home for what would happen to be the rest of my life. However, my Imagination started to take its toll on my body. I felt like I was dying inside. My head pounded, pain flushed over my body like the aftermath of a nuclear detonation. Within no time at all, my arms lost all feeling and my legs felt like they were being seared off by molten iron. Wave after wave of regret showered over my thoughts as my resolve broke down to the everlasting feeling of anguish. Try as I might, my arms gave way and my boss fell to the floor. There was always this to look forward to when I activate my imagination, and it wasn't worth all the trouble of keeping boss safe if I have to go through this every single time we have to escape.

At this point, I cannot speak anymore, my mouth is too busy holding back my screams of pain and suffering. Using whatever strength I can summon, I put Suzuki over my shoulder and climbed down the rusted ladder that laid upon my sight. About half way down the ladder, my arms gave out. Both me and Suzuki went tumbling down the ladder and onto our backs against a cold metal floor. I didn't feel the fall, I didn't see myself fall, I didn't even know that my arms stopped working. I just knew nothing more could be done.

I don't know what you expected from all of this, the babbling of a young soul looking for an honest life, but after I got into the bunker, nothing really happened. The fire that was my imagination withdrawal had vanished and in a metal box, you can't really tell the time. Plus with boss right here in front of me, I couldn't leave. She was something to be protected at all costs. So for the rest of that day, I did what no reader would love to read, sit still and wait for time to pass on it's own. Yeah, that's boring, so let me just help you as well. I'll check up with you later!