Fire? Great.

Right before I fell asleep, in the corner of my eye I saw Zou, staring at me wide eyed. After all, he just saw a 15 year old teen slide across his floor with a surf board.

The Next Day, 4:00AM....

I woke up with a start. My entire body was burning. But, not the regular burning, something even hotter. My body felt like boiled water on the stove.

Once I opened my eyes, I immediately noticed how dark it was. The room was only lit by one thing--a lit-up clock. It was placed on the small table beside the couch.

Once I looked, I couldn't believe what time it was, 4:03AM. I'd never wake up at this time, but something about the room..

The atmosphere felt different. The living room was no longer nice and warm, but rather, cold. Exceptionally cold.

The only thing keeping me warm was the burning sensation that spreaded across my body. It was both awful, and good. The fiery flame that scattered throughout my entire body was extraordinary.

I stood up, and expeditiously felt better. My entire body was painless, except for my leg calf's and my upper arm portion.

Still, I couldn't even feel the stitches anymore, It was like the stitches weren't even there.

Standing up, I walked towards the light, and lit it. But, it didn't light.

Instead, nothing happened, the bulbs just flickered for a moment and nothing occurred. Odd, and annoying.

I scoffed, and walked away.

Suddenly, the purple--tinted wood sparked, and began to sprinkle out continuously.I looked, and my annoyed expression vanished, what are these sparks?

I walked towards the wood, and crouched, then stared. It was just as normal, it's purplish, beautifully cut wood was fine. Except of course, it was randomly sprouting out sparks, like it was trying to start a fire.

This wasn't natural, obviously. I had no idea what to do, wake up Zou? Wait, It's like 4:00AM, he'll be pissed. Not a good idea.

Should I ignore it? What will that fix? I've got no leads as to why, or how they're shooting out sparks. I definitely wouldn't want a fire, that's the last thing on my bucket list.

I reached out my hand, and touched the wood. I had no idea what to expect, but did it anyways. On my arms journey to reach the wood, a tiny spark flew through the air, soaring right on top of MY arm.

It landed on my forearm, and didn't hurt whatsoever. Nothing happened, the spark just dissolved into my arm, and disappeared. Nothing.

Atleast, that's what I thought. Suddenly, a bright, greenish flame erupted from my arm, and shot like a rocket upwards.

It sprouted from my arm after the spark hit. I jumped back, shocked. I was too shocked to scream, and just silently stared at my forearm, scared to death.

But the flame didn't burn, In fact, It felt good. The warmth was amazing, and felt perfect. The room was freezing cold, and along with the flame and my burning body, I felt good.

But still, a fucking flame came out of my arm. I swerved my arm up and down, trying to destroy the fire.

I got my other hand and began to pat on my forearm, trying to put the fire out, but instead something even worse happened.

It spread. The greenish flame spread across my hand, and flashed in the darkness. It scattered across my entire arm, until finally, my entire body was covered.

I ran around, rolling, looking for something to put out the fire. I was on fucking fire!

My adrenaline boosted to 1000 % and ran to the kitchen, full on sprinting. I felt like the flash, as my skinny body roared to that kitchen.

Once I reached my destination, I jumped to the left, and ran to the bathroom, quickly turning on the shower and diving in.

The water was cold, not pleasant.

I jumped in, with all my clothes on..

Well actually.. I looked down. My clothes were completely fine, not burnt, nothing. The cold water showered across my body, as it should.

But the green flames didn't disappear, or dissipate, they still hung on. They weren't affected at all by the water.

I stood there, a flaming fireball. After a minute or so in pure shock, I jumped out of the shower, and dashed my wet ass pass the front door, and stood outside.

It was dark, the only thing lighting up the night was me, the green ass flaming ball. Outside, there was a deck and porch, with fine wooden chairs and black woolen cloth as a cover.

Next to that was a small glass table. I admired them for a second, I'd never been outside the house. In a matter of seconds though, I returned back to reality, realizing I was a fucking ball of fire.

I sprinted down the stairs, and stood on concrete pavement. A driveway, no... a road? No...., then it came to me, a rocky path!

I didn't run down there of course, I looked up and it led straight towards the forest, which was located a couple of yards away from the front porch of the home.

Instead, I just stood there, wondering.. how am I not burning alive?

I stopped, examining myself. My clothes weren't burnt, I felt no pain, and my body was warm, perfectly warm.

It felt good, for some reason.

The air spoke otherwise, as multiple cold breezes passed me, taking my huffing and puffing away. I felt, calm. Like this was suppose to happen.

My body, felt good. I abruptly started feeling the flames creep and crawl across my body, towards the stitches.

Now, I was sitting. Whatever animal in the forest must've been confused as hell, seeing a fireball sitting.

My presence was like a giant spotlight, as it enlightened all of the front porch. I suddenly felt the stitches I had on fall off, and the green flames replacing them.

I lifted my shirt, and my eyes gleamed. Not really in happiness, but rather, confusion.

"What the fuck!"

My wounds, the stitches.. they were falling off under the flames control, and sprouted open, blood dripping. But, the flames recovered quickly, gathering up the blood and stuffing it back inside.

Then, the flames body moved human-like over the opened stitch, and exploded up, even bigger than before.

I jumped up, from the shock. Then, looked back after the flame died down. The wound, was healing. My torn skin was connecting together, slowly. It was horrifying.

The skin moved on it's own under the fire, shifting together, repairing the wound. Finally, after 5 minutes of just standing there, my stitches were all beside me, torn off.

And now, my skin was back together, looking like it was untouched. After the flame finished, it rose into the air, like a phoenix and flew upon my back.

It was healing my body, I could feel it. The sensation of my scars disappearing, it was unbelievable. I dropped my shirt, and let it fall down.

I sat there for over 30 minutes, as the green flame healed my body. After those minutes however, the flames started to move, fast. Really fast.

They swiftly combined together, leaving the areas they previously were in. The flame gathered together, and huddled on my chest.

Then, the flames split it two, and one side went to my left hand, and the other my right. And, my body was no longer a fireball, It was back to normal.

...

Bang!

My head hit the dirt, and I gripped my stomach in aching pain. My body was throbbing and scorching from the inside out. I couldn't handle it.

It was burning, literally. My insides were on fire. I scratched the dirt, hitting my nails with rocks. The sudden outburst of flames was so unexpected, and painfully awful.

I thrashed and punched myself, trying to rid the pain somehow. My forehead was coated in sweat, and so was my stomach, where my stitches once were.

But, after 20 minutes of this constant struggle, my body cooled down.

I didn't scream, nor did I want to. I wanted to lay there, un-moving forever. But, after those 20 minutes, It felt like I just entered a refrigerator, or Antarctica.

I was freezing cold now, and my body froze. The breeze was still as hard as ever, and frigid. I managed to lift myself off the ground, and limped up the stairs, into the house.

The water that dripped running out evaporated now, and the mess I made was still here. No idea why, but the fire hadn't even touched the wood whatsoever.

It didn't even affect it, I checked once I entered the wooden cabin, and examined everywhere I ran to. Nothing, absolutely nothing was affected. Except, of course, the mess I made.

So, I fixed everything up, still heavily fatigued. After finishing, the couch looked brand new, and the bathroom was no longer out of order.

I dipped into the bedroom, the one I'd surfed out of. I'd already forgotten why I surfed out though, and threw myself over the bed.

It was so soft and comfortable, it was awesome. The mattress made you feel like you are falling through it, but in a vert soft way. Like those crappy ads you see all the time, about those soft wavy beds, but this one was better.

I fell asleep, and turned everything off, like the light switched that I left up.

But, I did forget one thing. The surf board, It was still beside the couch. Oh... whatever, I'll get it later...

Morning, 8:00AM...

Morning, aye. I stood up, and crossed my legs, sitting. To be honest, all that fire stuff felt like a dream, and I grabbed my forehead.

Still, there was sweat, and my body still felt like it did a workout. That was no dream, for certain.

I got up, still feeling exhausted, and left the bedroom. Zou was drinking coffee, and Zhua was chilling on the couch, reading.

A new day, great.