Post by Nathan Banner on Sept 24, 2006 2:11:15 GMT -5
With an exhausted yawn, Nathan woke up, stretching his arms upward, then out to the sides. His bed was unusually soft and comfortable this morning. Groaning while he sat up, he twisted his head around until he heard a small pop, then repeated, just to the other side. As usual, the room was feeling warm, but maybe just a littl warmer than usual. It must have been the new goose down sheets he still had his legs under. When his eyes opened up, the first thing he saw was his bookshelf, as high as the cieling and six feet wide, filled with old books and good reads. It was his treasure, his hobby, his love. Behind that were the ash black walls of the dormitory walls, licked with dancing strokes of red, orange and yellow. The fire motif in his room was pretty cool, for a guy like him anyway.
There was only one problem; His room didn't have a fire motif, it was supposed to have white walls.
Looking straight up, a raging mass of fire was burning up through the ceiling. His bed was comfortable because he was laying in ashes. The room was warm because of all the fire. The only reason his books were safe was because of the fire-proof case. His entire room, and the dormitories around it, were catching fire. As he realized this, the fire alarm went off, but the sprinkler system must have been having problems, because they weren't working. With wide eyes, he stared at the burining wood and drywall. Startled, he stood up, looking down at his pure white pajamas, unmarred by flames. But his skin was emitting flames from every exposed point of his body. Without trying, he had started a dormitory fire. His power was out of control. He didn't even know that his own flesh was unable to burn. Looking wide eyed at the flames erupting from him, he merely stood there as pieces of the dorm started falling down.
His voice was barely above the crackling flames, whispering, "Wh-what's happening...?"
There was only one problem; His room didn't have a fire motif, it was supposed to have white walls.
Looking straight up, a raging mass of fire was burning up through the ceiling. His bed was comfortable because he was laying in ashes. The room was warm because of all the fire. The only reason his books were safe was because of the fire-proof case. His entire room, and the dormitories around it, were catching fire. As he realized this, the fire alarm went off, but the sprinkler system must have been having problems, because they weren't working. With wide eyes, he stared at the burining wood and drywall. Startled, he stood up, looking down at his pure white pajamas, unmarred by flames. But his skin was emitting flames from every exposed point of his body. Without trying, he had started a dormitory fire. His power was out of control. He didn't even know that his own flesh was unable to burn. Looking wide eyed at the flames erupting from him, he merely stood there as pieces of the dorm started falling down.
His voice was barely above the crackling flames, whispering, "Wh-what's happening...?"
