Burning

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It was another two weeks before I had truly settled into school. I had finally made a more solid group of friends that I hung around in. A mix between guys and girls.

Lara Forrest was a Hero, telekinises, with a special conection with nature and growing things, but could easily move any sort of matter. She was loud and friendly, and never could say anything bad about anyone. She was one of the first people to give me a proper chance in the school.

Richard, or Ricky, Crawford, shapeshifter.

Basically happened after he meddled with his parents tests and accidently injected himself with all sort of drugs and tests, reacted in his body, and he could turn himself into any animal he liked!

More recently he was able to start changing himself into human forms as well, copying how people looked, though it was only ever male. He was a hero, and like me, hated it. He found all the other 'naturals' thought he was a bit of a freak, he was stuck under the loner title for a while, untill I tripped over into him, and we started talking. He isn't much of a talker, but he was a surprising comforter.

The last hero out of us was Harry Fisher, and empath.

This guy was cocky, full of it, a complete bastard half the time, and the most loyal, sweetest boy you could ever even hope to meet!

He used his powers mostly to make Ricky laugh when he thought he looked to sad, and loved annoying the real loners of the school by making them laugh out loud spontaniously. But I took to him immediately after I got into a fight with him, told him where to stick it.

He stared at me, then publically went on his knees and told me straight "you, miss Sanderson are totally gulitless and one of the most annoying people I've met- but you're amazing. Sorry I annoyed you so."

Posh language and I almost slapped him, but I couldn't help but laugh, and he honestly wasn't doing anything.

The only female sidekick to be friends with us was appearingly fairly gothic Arianna Shah, a pakistani girl with the greenest eyes I had ever seen (I only mention that because she surprised me when she looked at me for the first time) her power was simply to make everything go as dark as she wanted at will or as bright as she wanted. It only worked inside though, outside it she could only make things a little brighter or create more shadows, though she was working on them.

She was someone to be respected. After the attacks on the twin towers, she got racially bullied in her normals school, and went utterly insane and almost blinded the entire population of the school, which got her kicked out. She turned inside herself and refused to talk all that much.

Now, though, she's louder, more confident, happy (visably) and most emotions shown clearly. Though she didn't talk to about herself all that much.

The other two boys were a pair of twins, completely identical in everyway, even their power, which weren't all that much. But I got the feeling there was something stopping their true potential.

The two of them had white wings that could appear at their own free will and had the power to be able to create utmost confusion when ever they wanted it. Almost empathic really, but not quite strong enough.

The twins, Leonardo and Angelo (named after the artists) Fraioli were completely insane, though the differences in personalities were pretty obvious. Angelo was quiter, liked his books more, and kept a little more to himself. He was more of a talker than a doer. His twin, Leonardo was up for anything, as soon as anyone came up with an idea, he was all get up and go! He did things instead of thinking them through.

But both were extremely close, almost linked through their minds, and where one went, often the other would be near by. Even if they argued. I sometimes worried about what would happen if something happened to one or the other.

As I was saying… about Peace…

It was me and Angelo sitting on the grounds looking out across the great expanse of sky. I was wandering what it could be like to fly, where the other's were and if Angelo knew he REALLY needed a shave (his stubble was getting more obvious).

I pulled my self up from his lap and looked at the school, I still couldn't get over how big it was, and I had come to appriciate how beautiful it was. I spotted Peace walking towards us, Will with him looking confused and worried, and talking to him.

Angelo looked at me then across the grass. "Want to go for a flight?" he asked, fingering the bottom of his long sleeved top.

"Nah," I shook my head, "they're not necissarily coming here.

"Wanna bet?"

I thought about what had happened the week before, and grinned. "Nah… you're too good."

I felt a shadow fall over me. I rolled my eyes at how cliché it felt. Though it was Will I saw when I looked up. He smiled sympathetically at me, and glanced at Peace. worriedly.

"Why the hell did you do it?!" snapped Peace suddenly, glaring at me. I swear, if I had been a guy, he would have punched me off the school grounds!

"I didn't do anything!" I protested, looking confused, staying on the floor, as Angelo stood taking a strong stance.

"My locker, bitch," he snarled, as I started to get up slowly.

"I haven't been near your locker," I stated, angrily. I loved that guy's locker. The fire patterns on it were gorgeous. But I didn't go near it!

Angelo put his arm round my shoulders protectively, glaring with his usually gentle eyes. It almost worried me to see him so angry.

"See!" complained Will, "she didn't touch your locker! Let her be! I told you-"

"Shut up, Will," Peace glared at me coldly, "I know it was you- we don't have many aquatickinetics in the school."

"WHAT?!" chorus me and Angelo.

"Listen, dude, the girl's been with me or Leo or Lara all day! She has not gone near-"

"I don't wanna hear it sidekick!" snapped Peace pushing the poor boy away from me, taking hold of the collar of my shirt, I could feel his body heat going further and further up. "You were the one you let-"

"DON'T BE CHEESEY AND TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!" I complained, "this place is so cliché!"

I rolled my eyes and pushed him off. Tried to push him off. Didn't work.

"Look, I didn't go near your locker, I don't want to be any where near it and I don't see the point of getting all worked up about it. How do you know it wasn't Khadija?"

She was the resident proper aquakinetic, could manipulate ice too. She didn't like Peace all that much either, and knew how to get her own back on people if she didn't like that.

"Because I haven't got anything on her," he glared at me, "and coz you've got more oportunities… your little friends would back you up too."

He sneered angrily at Angelo, who looked as though he wanted to push Peace off me, but he knew he didn't have the same strength of his brother.

"Warren," cut in Will gently, "leave her alone, she hasn't done anything."

Using his super strength he got Peace off me and stood by my side for a moment, before standing between us, realising it wouldn't be a good idea to take the side of the person his best friend was arguing with.

"How do you know?"

"Because she said she didn't and I trust her."

Peace looked from Will to me. I glared back at him, allowing my arms at my sides to flare up.

Will swollowed and jumped to the side, just in time, Peace's arms flamed up too.

"You, Sanderson," he snarled, "are the one person I hate more than my father."

I rolled my eyes, and let my flames die down. It was only making his competativeness worse and worse.

"Listen honey," I told him patronizingly, walking very close to him, my hands stroking the flames he was creating, he shivered slightly, I pulled his head down so I could whisper in his ear, "like father like son…"

I didn't even wait for his reaction, I pushed him aside, and walked past him calling for Angelo to not bother with either of them.

It was a shame the next lesson, the teacher had perposefully put me and Peace next to each other. Current Hero Affairs. Usually interesting, but I got too loud when I stared to debate. I had a loud voice. Peace, last lesson, threatened me with my power of speach if I didn't calm down.

This lesson however, I glared straight ahead for the entire lesson as we discussed a pyrokinetic's trial, when a hero had accidently set fire to a tree.

Very divided class, though the ones who said that the hero should have more control of his powers looked wearily at both me and Peace. We were both put down as loners and violent if we had to be.

"Why'd you do it?" he muttered.

"I didn't," I hissed back, starting to doodle a random rhyeme for Lucy, she loved my stupid little rhyemes, made her laugh. We both knew they weren't good, but they were fun.

"I know you did, you don't have to pretend. I won't do anything."

I looked at him, as I considered a word to rhyeme with pose. "I didn't do anything, I swear… I swear on Jack's life!" I remembered he thought Jack was my son.

"Jack's the little kid I saw you with?" he asked suddenly. I nodded, and looked back at the page and scibbled over what I had written. He sighed. "I believe you…"

I smiled slightly, but didn't look at him.

"How is he?" he asked suddenly, "the kid?"

"He's fine," I grunted, "what do you care?"

He scowled. "Well shoot me for caring."

I chuckled. "You don't care, Peace, you never do and never will."

"I'm a human being."

"No, you're not. You're a super." I could see him smile as the buzzer went, and I got up to pack my things away.

"And you're a Peace. Battle Baron's son." I swung bag over my shoulder and looked at him impassively, as he gaped at me. "I don't hold it against you- but you haven't shown me any reason to believe that your nothing like him."

"We're not all like our parents," he snapped, following me out the door, grabbing my arms, "my mother's a nurse! What about her?!"

"Who's power did you inherite? Her's or your father's?"

"Who's did you inherite?" he snarled, cruelly, "mummy's? daddy's?"

My face drained, and I felt all the older angers and unsupressed fears and agsts come rushing back, all of them directed at Peace.

My body immediately got a layer of fire covering my visable skin- even my face. I considered myself lucky that my entire body including my hair was invulnerable.

Outside the rain that had started softly thundered against the window panes of the school relentlessly. The books and papers in my hands burned away immediately.

My anger was unsurpassed, the school stopped and stared at me.

Not even thinking of the results, my hand threw out and I punched Peace in the face harder than I ever though was possible.

He stumbled back, staring at me in shock. He hadn't been touched by the fire, but the effect of the punch was easy to see. I didn't bother calming my flames down.

"You fucking heartless bastard," I snapped at him, "you don't know anything."

I forced my self to take a step away from him, then another, and another, then burst into a run. I felt light as anything with my body consumed with the element I knew most intimately.

I ran out into the grounds of the school, allowing water to take hold of me instead of fire.

Even when I had calmed down, and the thundering, almost hail stoning rain, had stopped, I stayed out side, on the wet grass, looking out blankly.

Wandering.

I was soaked to the bone, but I didn't shiver, the fire in my body stopped me from needing to. I answered to no one. Not even Honey could get me to move. I was too stubborn.

Peace came out for a moment telling me gruffly Powers wanted me. I took no notice of him, and set my self alight again instead of telling him to back off.

He got the hint

Harry was sent out to see to me, but he didn't want to use his empathic power to force new feelings onto me.

Instead he sat with me, looking out with me, feeling the same things as me, getting visably very angry. It felt good having someone being there with me, feeling the same things, even if it was induced.

By the end of the school day, Harry took hold of my hand, squeesing it reassuringly, leading me to Powers' office. Everyone stared at me in shock and with alot of fear that I could harm them. I didn't care. I was just too angry.

Powers tried talking to me, trying to understand what made me loose control so much.

I didn't say anything.

As much as I hated Peace, I knew he'd be in so much trouble if I told about him bringing up my birth parents, and I by telling him he would be a villain.

"It doesn't matter," I mumbled, "I was just reminded of something. No biggy."

"You almost burnt down the school."

"No I didn't. I was in enough control not to set the school ablaze." I got up, and left without a word. She didn't stop me, but I could feel her scrutinising my back.

Outside, I saw Lash standing at the bus stop, looking directly at me.

"Fisher got picked up by his dad," he stated, as I caught up with him.

"Oh… right…"

"Want company home?"

"Got anything better to do?"

"Nope."

"Sure."

I didn't smile and I barely looked at him. I was worried he'd say something about what happened. Instead he sat next to me waiting for a bus to come back for us, there was always one that came back the the detentioners.

We didn't speak much, but it was better than being alone.

He got on the same bus as me, even though he lived further uptown than downtown. He even walked me back to the house, almost making sure I didn't do anything stupid.

"Who put you up to this?" I asked, stubbbornly as we neared the house.

"No one," he shrugged, looking at me again, "Fisher said for someone to make sure I was ok when you came out, but that's it."

"So why the hell are you coming back with me?"

"I know people like you."

I scowled.

"You get angry easily, and you don't calm down till it's almost too late." He shrugged again and looked back at his shoes as we walked.

He dropped me off at the door, muttering about how he'd see me the next day and walked away again.

I opened the door to a high strung panicing Lucia, asking if I was ok, if I had hurt myself, stuff like that.

She didn't give a toss for the school or what caused my out burst, she knew better than to ask. She wouldn't have gotten a straight answer.

I told her I was fine, I just needed to calm down still.

She pulled me into a tight hug, and kiss my head. "Ok, bella," she murmered, "I love you."

"Love you too mama."

I ment that with all my heart.

All over again I remembered Lucia was my mother, no matter what was said about blood being thicker than water. She was my mother, end of story.

I felt a rush of respect and love for her as I hugged her close then left for my bedroom.

"Stupid Peace…" I muttered to myself as I got changed.