Chapter One: Pyro-Flame
Some people believe being a superhero is magnificent, that it’s all about glory and justice. They do not think of the never-ending stress, the hurt, the unbearable pain we go through everyday. The powers we have can be described as a gift from the gods. Of course, they could also be seen as a curse from the Devil. The risks we put our friends and family at cause constant frustration and paranoia. I want to be normal; I want to be you. I wish I never became the man I am: a symbol of light and hope for thousands, but with a life that leaves me emotionally distraught, an empty shell.
I simply cannot love a woman; I cannot be shown love or affection by anyone. The chance of them being harmed by the people I battle to protect them from is far too high and extravagant. It would destroy me. I just could not handle it…not again. It does not matter how much I want it, how much their beauty grabs my attention and tinkers with my mind. I will forever be alone. I cannot make the same mistake twice. My story is indeed a sad one. I won’t give away the ending, but I’m obviously still alive and kicking.
Oh, wait. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Jamie Lee. Well, it was – I’m better known as Pyro-Flame these days, to be honest. My story can be interpreted in many ways: is it happy, or is it sad? You will have to decide for yourself. I can now produce fire with a click of my fingers, and I tell you: it is no magic trick or illusion! You may ask how I got such powers. Was I born with them like Superman? Is it technology like Ironman? Or is it genetic mutation like the X-men? You can think that, but you would be wrong. I was a normal teenager celebrating the completion of my AS exams; even though I had likely failed Geography, stupid rivers landforms!
Before you read my story you should know it is all fact – these events happened to me. The happiness and the pain, the success and the sorrow, the extravagant laughter and the emotional tears… it all began that night I mentioned. We were out camping next to a reservoir just up the road from Newcastle, my home city. It was the best city in England. The Quayside’s tremendous bridges, great people and, yes, the cheap night out surpass all others anywhere in the world. We were chilling and tossing back some beverages the night Pyro-Flame was created – a night I will never ever forget.
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