Issac, uncaring about how much noise he made, jumped down the small step into the kitchen and wrenched open the back door. He could see the dark suits of the men begining to move.

"Where to go, Where to go?" he thought to himself as he looked side to side.

Issac scrambled up the tall, withered oak that ran along his fenced in property. He heard voices echoing from the front of the home.

"...the last guy got killed when he failed his mission." One of the men in the pin stripe suits worried. Issac couldn't see which one.

"Then we don't "fail". We light the house on fire, then see if the little bugger comes out. If not, assume he died." The cold voice sent chills down Issac's spine.

"Boss said bring them back alive." Issac saw the man with blonde dreadlocks peer around the side of the house, it seemed like he knew where Issac was.

"Oh, don't you worry. I know this kid, he'll either run from the home, or he will come out from where ever he is." The blonde dreadlock man chucked and winked in Issacs direction.

"LIGHT IT UP!"

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Author guidance for This story

When I first came to Protagonize, I was unsure of what I would find. If this was another website where 2 or 3 people actually came on, or one where even in the highest rated stories there was chatspeek or abbreviations.

So, to find out, I put up a test story before I went to check it out, (no point in being on a website if it's a pain in the butt to write on) and so in about 5 or 10 minutes I wrote up "To where the embers glow".

I'm happy to say, Protagonize has gone beyond my expectations, and I have even become addicted to a few of these stories. The only problem?

As time went on, I realized I kind of liked Isaac and his fiery story, and felt I hadn't really done him justice. So here I am, with a fresh, new, rewritten version. It may be better, it may be worse, but overall I just wanted to give my favorite pyrokinetic teenager the respect he deserves.

updated Feb 28 '10 by chaosbeing