Warren Peace

One day when we sat at lunch I noticed this guy that I had never seen around the school before although while looking at him I felt a glimpse of recognition, like I had seen him somewhere else, like I should remember who he was. He looked at me with furious and burning eyes. He sat alone and those who walked near his table when looked at him, jumped aside like they had suddenly noticed he was there. He looked like a ghost and everyone treated him like one. He was more invisible than a sidekick, than even us, The Hero Supporters.

– Who is him? – I asked my crew and in the same second they turned back or looked to see who I meant, they turned around or looked down from is flaming presence. He looked angrier and the air looked hotter.

– Warren Peace, no one looks at him. – Casey said.

– The son of a hero and a villain. – Zach added.

– Baron Battle. – Ethan replied.

– Your dad kicked his dad into jail. – Zach enthusiastically stated.

– And of his mom whereabouts only rumors survived. – Casey continued.

I looked to him one more time and it looked like he had heard what Zach had said, well, everyone should have heard because of how loudly he said it.

– Don't look at him. – Layla said but it was too late.

He was already up and looking at me. – What is your problem? – He asked while his hands lighted up in flames. He was a flamethrower. With a furious and angry shout he threw a ball of blazing fire at me, only having time to duke.

– I was waiting to do this by a long time. – He added, coming at my direction with his arms in fire as well, turning his black jacket and shirt into basically tops, burning out the sleeves. I prepared to run but felt something hot hitting me in the back, something that burnt my shirt and a part of my skin, at least it felt like it. With the shock I was thrown into the wall, again, shouting in main while my still hurtful body experienced the same hurtful experience.

I lay in the floor, almost unconscious.

– Stop, or I will. – Layla advised, but after that all I heard was a scream.

Then I carefully opened my eyes and saw Layla on the ground, some parts of her shirt burning. Hitting me was one thing, hitting Layla other completely different. It was something I wouldn't accept.

– Now taste the flavor of defeat. – Warren Peace, menaced, freeing a tower of fire from his arm directly into my direction.

I used all my strength to get up and cover myself, putting one arm in front of my face. In that moment I felt an overwhelming wave of energy flowing inside me, filling my body with power. I felt my wounds healing and then I got back to normal; it was just me, Will Stronghold.

When the flames got to me, all I felt was my clothes burning and a little reminiscence of the pain I had once felt. Looking around me, I knew they had felt the energy burst too. Warren freed a shout of anger and ran towards me and I did the same. He threw another flame thrower but it was useless. Not even a scratch.

I punched him with all my strength and he jumped off towards the wall. It felt good doing it to someone else.

– Will. – Zach called and I saw a extinguisher flying towards me. I catch it and point it to Warren.

The fire was out.