Fire and Ice

My heart skipped a beat. They all stared at me as though what I had just done was out of the ordinary, which it was. I stared down at my hands, they looked perfectly normal, but just moments ago a blast of fire had come out of them. I looked back up at the group of people, some were trying to extinguish the flames which were eating up a car. Some were still staring at me with their mouths wide open, others were shaking their heads and some were backing away. I turned to a middle-aged man next to me, he looked shocked.

“What have I just done?” I asked calmly, his eyebrows mashed together,

“I. Don’t. Know.” He said slowly,

“I do,” said an alluring voice, a strong hand clasped down on my shoulder and spun me round. Standing in front of me was a tall, smiling, handsome figure. His eyes peered into mine, as if he were reading my soul, then he laughed to himself and looked away.

“You do?” I checked, his gaze wandered back to me and he smiled again.

“Follow me,” he ordered and turned away. I had little choice, he seemed to know about what had just happened, and that only made one of us. His steps were fast and long and I had to jog to keep up,

“Where are we going?” I asked breathless,

“Away from them,” he guestured with his head back to the group of people,

“Stop!” I commanded, he didn’t listen, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him back, this time he did listen.

“What?” he asked annoyed,

“Tell me where we’re heading!” I snapped, he grinned,

“Seriously Rosie, the ball is in your court, if you want to know about stuff,” he paused, “then follow.” I narrowed my eyes,

“How do you know my name?”

“Follow me and all questions will be answered.” He said ominously. I glared at the arrogant youth and then we continued together to walk away from the crowd of awestruck people. The boy rounded to a tree stump and sat down,

“I’m guessing you want answers,” he said,

“You think?” I asked sarcastically,

“I know I did when it happened to me.” He said looking at his fingers, suddenly he flicked his hand away from him and a cascade of ice flew from his hand and hit a nearby tree. The tree wobbled but remained standing, the boy looked up at me and grinned,

“My name’s Matt.”


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