Blaze

    One would think I was used to the heat.
    The blaze of the sun against my bare neck. I could already feel my tender, white skin burning beneath the rays. I craned my neck so that my face could receive the same treatment, my eyes met piercing blue sky and white puffy clouds that never stopped reminding me of marshmallows.
    I shook the though of food from my head. Not yet. I have to keep running.
    Running. Why is it that we always run. Fear makes us run. At least, that's what makes me run. Fear of being captured. Fear of being contained. Fear of death. With my powers, most people would think that I had no reason to even know how to spell the word fear.
    But I do. I know how to spell it. I know how to say it. I know what it feels like. I even know what it is like to be feared.
    My foot struck a rock and I winced, it rolled casually away, it's feelings obviously not hurt. That was when I started to sweat. Not from the piercing heat of the Nevada desert I was trekking through, but from fear. Someone was here. Someone was following. Someone was going to take me away again. I spun on my heel, my face raised in a sneer.
    "What do you want with me, now?" I hissed, spitting in their general direction, but a hot breeze had swept it up and made it drift away from the man's shiny black shoes. How did they always stay so shiny?
    "Oh, Sera, when will you ever learn. You are not free. You are owned. You always will be," he chided as though speaking to a child. "Now, why don't you be a good girl for one and come with me, nice and easy."
    I glared at him, his stark white button up shirt looked so clean and fresh, as though it had just come out of a washer, his pale skin shimmered under the blistering sun and his dark gray eyes sparkled. He had me. "Please..." I pleaded. He smiled and his eyes closed for half of a second. That was all I needed to slip my red glove from my left hand without him noticing.
    "You know I can't take no for an answer. You belong with other Flamma, Sera, don't you want to go home?"
    "It is not my home!" I screech, bringing my left hand in front of me. Fire erupted from my fingertips. He screamed and threw his hands up, sending a force field flying to his rescue just before my flames had hit his perfectly assembled face.
    I did what I did best, then. I ran.
    My footsteps pounded on the desert floor, sending sand into the air, I could hear his right behind me. My thighs burned from the strain of running on sand, and my breaths came in shallow gulps. Just when i thought my body could not take it much longer, my eyes grasped on to the site of a building. A large building that looked as though it had... what was that? Gas pumps?
    Or was it a figment of my mind? An imaginary savior that did not exist? No. It was really. I was approaching it swiftly.
    He couldn't hurt me there. He couldn't take me back to the Island. I would not become one of Them.
My heart pounded as my footsteps hit concrete and my sweat left drops that instantly evaporated when it hit the surface of the parking lot.
    I turned around and he was gone. Vanished. The few pedestrians that were toddling around the gas pumps stared from me to the desert from which I appeared.
    They could see me, but they would never see him.
    Because, if they couldn't see me, it would mean that I was one of Them. I smiled to myself, letting my heart beat die down. I was never going to be one of those things. A Flamma. Even though I knew, deep down, that if I didn't become one, I would die. That if I didn't become a Flamma, my power would eventually strangle me, and I would no longer be able to feel the heat of the sun anymore.
    Then again, I would rather die a Gazer than forever be hailed as a fighter for the Flamma. A warrior against humans.

  

Reviews

[DeliriousCerises]

I like this, it peaks interests by creating questions the reader wants answered. What is a Flamma? I mean obviously a being with fire powers, but what else? Who is he? Who exactly are They/Them? Why doesn't she want to be one? Why will her powers consume her? Where is she trying to go? And so on. There are a few minor possible errors that caught my attention.

"Now, why don't you be a good girl for one and come with me," is that suppose to be one? Or once? I mean technically "one" isn't wrong because it's dialog and the characters can speak however, but each word does create a different impression.

In the second to last paragraph, "I was never going to be one of those things. A Flamma." I could be wrong, but I think the first period should be a colon. "...one of those things: a Flamma."

Finally, try to watch your tense, this is big problem of mine as well. You began in past and periodically switched to present. "I have to keep running " should be "had" and "'It is not my home!' I screech" should be "screeched" I think there are a few other instances as well. I would suggest just reading through it slowly a couple times to comb them out.

[Craig2591]

A good beginning. You gave just enough information to pique my interest and make me want to know more.

[Jim Pike]

I like the immediate tension. I was drawn in instantly. I look forward to reading more.