Fanfiction ► Impure

[SilentTrinity]

Chapters so Far:

Prologue-Chapter 8

Chapters 9 and 10 end this story and start the next one.

On a small break will be returning to post more shortly
(Plans for a sequel Is in the works. More like a continuation but yeah along the idea of sequel.)



Prologue

This old hands of mine, how they have aged from use. Even now the skin and bone is visible, showing the veins and blood that a human has. But the tips of my fingers, those are the weirdest parts, and yet they are not so strange. I remember the first time they burned. Oh how long ago was that? 30? 40 years? I do not know, this old mind cannot seem to hold onto memories like that. Perhaps this is my chance at peace? Bah! Who am I kidding? These old, burnt hands have too much blood on them. Too many people who have died in these old hands. But maybe, just maybe this old fool can tell you a story. A story that will become legend.

That is, if it's not lost during the next raid. It upset's me that they seem to be getting closer all the time, searching for a dead man. It makes me laugh ever time they come here and ask me if I've seen a dead man. That dead man they showed me was myself, a few years back. I stifled a chuckle every time they came. But I rant, and the story must be told.

My side of the story must be told. Let me think... Well it began with my birth. I was born around 50 years ago, to my parents John and Sarah, nice people at first glance. But they hid a darkness that no other person could see. You see, during my birth a complication arose. My pulse had increased to an unthinkable high for an infant. The Doctor after removing me from the Womb said that the tips of my fingers were blackened, and after a few days in the hospital, they vanished. As if they were never burnt. I smiled at this because this told me that I was special. Too bad my parents did not realize this til it was too late. I grew up in a small town in Kansas. I forgot the name of the Town, so lets call it Itope. Itope was very small, not even a tourist would come here due to the fact that it was so small and nothing interesting ever happened. Anyway, my parents raised me as best as they knew. They knew only to beat a child when he did wrong and to leave him alone when he did something right. I grew up in this town, playing and fishing. There use to be a fishing hole near our house, but after I left it withered up and died. I use to try and catch fish there every day, only to be disappointed by not even a nibble.

I think it was around age seven when I meet her. My first and true friend, Jane E Parker, the prettiest girl in Itope. Though at the time she was just Jane, and she was my good friend. We spent every waking minute together, whether it was fishing or skipping rocks down by the lake. We did everything together. By the time I was ten, I soon realized that Jane would one day end up like all girls back then, makeup, slumber parties, girl talk, etc. As soon as I realized this, she became more and more friendly towards me. For some reason I got the feeling that she had a thing for me. Every time the other kids called me names, she would stand up for me, even though I could fight any kid that was dumb enough to pick a fight. She always use to say," Don't you fret, those boys will leave you alone. They Just don't understand how special you are." Boy was she right about that.

At the age of thirteen my father had lost his job, due to the fact that the type of work he was doing was being done by others who would work for dirt cheap. This made him a little bit angry towards others and he developed a drinking problem. Too bad he took it out on me and ma. She always tried to calm him down and he just struck her down. When ever that happened I tried to help but he just did the same to me. One day when I was about fifteen, he got real drunk. He began to hit my mother til she broke her nose. Now I'm not saying my ma was a saint or nothing, but she was good to me, always treated me nice. All though she also developed a problem as soon as her husband did. Hell she began to smoke and drink. Anyway, her nose was broken and he was drunk, and all I could think was to stop him. So I tried to help her up and he tried to strike me. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact when suddenly, I heard a loud screaming coming from behind me. I opened my eyes and saw that my father was on fire. I looked on in shock as he ran around the home trying to get the fire off of him. He didn't make it, but he did start the house fire that killed my ma.

She was trapped under a large piece of wood, unconscious. When I tried to wake her, it was too much for me to handle, so I headed outside, where fire fighters caught me and took me to a hospital. I blacked out after that. A few hours later at least that was what I was told, a doctor came in to see me. He told me about what had happened and how he was very sorry. The only thing I heard from him was that both of them were dead. That I was free to go. I sat there quietly and listen to him rattle on about how they were going to do tests, and other things to see if I was hurt anywhere. He then said something that caught my attention. He had noticed that when I came in, my finger tips were burnt. At first he thought it was due to the fact that I was trying to help my mother, but then as soon as he left, he came back a few hours later and he found that the scars were healed and gone. He called it a small miracle, I called it being special.

I looked down at my palm and stared at my hand for a long time. He kept talking about some other thing, and I nodded my head, trying to make him happy. After he left I was still staring at my palms, but a smile was forming on my lips. I soon began to laugh the longest and hardest laugh I ever had. I was free from my own hell and somehow, I had a gift.
A Gift of Fire.
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[Ventus Air-Man]

I think it's pretty good. You probably need to separate it in to more than one paragraph thought. It was a little confusing to read at times.

 

[Reverie]

It's not bad at all. I saw a few minor spelling mistakes, but still was an interesting read. Although, like Ventus Air-Man said, you need to separate the text.

 

[Lumen et ignem]

Nice transitions. Like everyone else said, a few paragraphs and spelling. It was good.

 

[SilentTrinity]

glad you guys liked it, there will be another chapter up soon and I followed your advice and separated them.
K so here is Chapter 1:

Chapter 1

I must forgive myself, another raid had come around looking again. Seems they are getting better at searching but losing their touch at finding. It was truly humorous when they asked an old man like me, about a man who looked a lot like me but a lot younger. I will explain later in my story why that is. Hmm, now where were we? Oh yes, my discovery of the power I hold.

After I had healed, and gotten out of the Hospital, Jane had come to see me. She had said at that time, that her father would let me live with them. Since I had no where else to go, and she was basically a sister to me, I accepted. I would come up with a plan to mess with my new found powers later. Later that day, I was siting in the guest room that Jane's father had made for me. Let me explain a few things about Jane and her family.

Jane was born at the same time I was, but unlike me who was born in this world with both my parents, she had lost her mother after giving birth to Jane. The Doctor, I was later informed, said that Jane's mother had some sort of condition and had made her frail and weak. The delivery was the last thing before her heart gave out. Since then her Father has treated her as a gift from god, raising her, feeding her and loving her. Something that only my mother gave me for a few short years. It was sad to see this preety young thing without a mother, but she seemed fine when you looked at her. When she got older and my parents had died, her Father began working in a mil, making money for his daughter and me. But I knew better, and soon I began to work also, earning enough to pay for my food and shelter. He told me that would not be necessary, but I told him that it was my right as a man to pay for his boarding. After a while he accepted it and I was allowed outside to practice my powers.

Now to discuss my powers. This ability that was my gift, was not perfect at first. It required a lot of concentration, and in the case I was in, a large emotional push. The emotional push was used in case like mine, to awaken the power inside. The power was waiting for the time to appear, and after all the years it had waited, it got its turn to appear. How would you describe the flames? To me? They were unnatural flames coming from the mind. The amount of distance that they could be created from point A to Point B depended on the concentration and what was going on. For example, if I were standing at a distance of 3 feet from a tree and focused on the tree, the tree would instantly burst into flames. But say if I were 30 feet away, the tree would spark and start a small fire. Now my powers did have draw backs. I could not start a fire with something wet, but I can start a fire if it is drenched in a flammable material. This was the case for my father, since he had been drinking enough booze to put down an Elephant, the power awoke and when he breathed out the spark was set and he caught.

There is also a few other things that the Power can do. The Power, if concentrated enough, can also come through my hands, which causes the burnt marks on my fingers. This also happens whenever I use this power, and increases the amount of blackened skin from the amount of energy I use the power. So if I use the Power once, than my fingers will just have slight burnt marks. Use it again before they can heal and the marks go down an inch of my finger. This was the only problem with my power. Then there was the regeneration process. My body could withstand high temperature heat, from the Power. This allowed me to enter a burning building without my lungs being burnt or my body sweating from the heat. My body could also regenerate in small amounts at a quick rate, in the case of my fingers, both when I was born and the Fire, the amount of Power used was so small that my body regenerated in a matter of minutes.

But back to what was happening. I was a young fifteen year old by with the power to start fire. I was naive and stupid. But I knew that I had to practice somewhere, so I did in the nearby forest, where I practiced controlling and stopping my power. At first I would get worn out quickly and had to rush back to the house to get food and water. After a few year I got more and more in control of it. By the age of eighteen I was able to make fire come from my hands and from my mind.

After I had mastered the control of the Power, I began to think of the outside world. Jane was always with me during the times when I got back from training, not knowing what I was doing. But she trusted me that what I was doing was right. At first I thought she did this because she thought I was mourning. But then there were times when I thought I saw someone watching me. But it mattered little and on the first of September I packed up my stuff getting ready to leave the small town.

"You leaving?" Jane had asked me. I looked up from where I was, she stood in my door frame a hint of sadness in her eyes. I closed my suitcase which was filled with books about the type of things I could do.
"Yeah, soon actually." I said as I closed my eyes. My mind was determined to see the world and to test my powers.
"You...will come back, won't you?" She said almost on the brink of crying. I stared at her, not knowing what to do. All I could think to do was move closer to her, she looked up at me and she smiled. At that moment I hugged her and she hugged me back. I whispered in her ear.
"I'll be back one day. Once I find what I'm looking for." I then turned around and got my suitcase, and my hat.

I went downstairs and was surprised to see Jane's father there, waiting for me. I looked at him closely, he seemed just as sad as Jane was. He opened his dark blue eyes and smiled. I did the same back.
"So ya leaving?" He asked me changing his leaning position to that of an upright stance. I nodded my head.
"Yes Sir." I replied.
"Well then, you take care. See us when your around ya here?" He said making sure that I was serious. I nodded my head and went out the door. He looked at where I was heading, I was heading West. As he saw my figure disappear from view, I can imagine that he shut the door, very slowly regretting that he let me go.

I didn't come back for another 10 years.

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[Lumen et ignem]

It's interesting how the fire deal works. Good job.

 

[SilentTrinity]

well i thought, if im going to make this a good story might as well make it realistic so people don't bitch about "Oh how is that possible? that won't work blah blah blah."
anyway thanks.

 

[Chaos]

awesome story silent i love the fire stuff

 

[13courtgarud75]

i like it. its kool .

 

[Ventus Air-Man]

I really like the first chapter!

 

[SilentTrinity]

Here's Chapter 2, basicaly the story is going to take place during the present instead of the past, to explain somethings like why the police keep coming to the protagonist's home. Also if you guys want, I need a name for him. he can't be nameless forever.

So here ya go! Chapter 2 of the Impure.

Chapter 2

I sat back from where I had written the first in a long line of chapters too tell the story of my life. I sighed and got up, using my chair for balance. My body had grown weak and tired from the long years of using the Power, especially my hands. I looked at those hands who would never heal again, I sighed a long sigh, and heard another knock on the door. Probably the police again.
"I'm coming, hold ya stinking horses will ya?" I said with my old croaking voice. Fifty years and it was the one thing that had stayed the same. I went from the table to the door, where a young man around his thirties was holding a piece of paper with a picture on it. He looked up at my appearance and smiled.

"Sorry to bother you again." He said smiling a lot more than someone who was looking for a wanted criminal should.
"It's no bother, as long as you catch him, and make this city safe again." I lied to him smiling all the same. Something felt off about him.
"Well we were wondering if you had heard from a person named Jane Parker?" The young man said her name trying to get a reaction out of me. Which it did, but I did not show it.
"Who?" I asked a bit confused. The acting lessons I had learned twenty years ago was well worth the hard work.
"Oh, you never heard of her? Apparently she was this guy's lover. He left when they were young, and she kept on loving him even when he did those terrible things to those people. Such a shame really." The officer shook his head

"Why do you say that? Something happened to the girl?" I asked trying to be curious but not snoopy. He looked at me strangely and sighed.
"Well apparently she put up a fight once we found out about that. She said that she knew nothing, and refused to talk to us. It was sad that she couldn't do that, she's been in jail for a few weeks now, still refusing to talk." The officer shook his head again. I thanked God that Jane was in love with me. It definitely helped when you loved someone and you told them that you had been framed for murder.
"I am terribly sorry that I can't be any help to you." I said telling a partial lie. The officer nodded and went back into his car. He turned the transmission on and looked at me one last time. He then nodded at me one last and went off into the distance. I breathed a sigh of relief and went back inside.

When I locked the door, I headed towards the kitchen trying to keep myself warm. I should of never bought this dam home in New York, it was too cold for me in the winter. I sighed as I turned on the stove to make my supper, Tomato soup. Sure it was not as filling as some fine meal, but I had very little cash after what happened with me being framed and all. I sat down waiting for the can opener to finish opening the can.

When it did I put it in the pot, and began to stir it. That's when I noticed that the stove hadn't flamed on, so I sat back down wondering if I should use the Power to start a small fire. I knew that they were watching me, and I was making sure that the house was at least 8o degree so that if by chance something like this would happen, they couldn't tell. I figured that if I didn't use the power I would starve. So I shrugged my shoulders, and snapped my fingers, starting the flame underneath the stove. When I did I felt my fingers being singed where it had not healed all the way. It had been a while since I used it, for the reason of being able to heal.

After eating my meal I looked at how far I had told, all the memories coming back into these man pages of paper. Paper could burn, so if by chance they figure out that it was me, which it was not, than these would be enough to either convict me or a chance at freedom. I had to finish this story. So I sat down, full from my meal, and cracked my fingers, getting ready for another chapter in my life story.

I remember the first thing I did when I left that town, I headed towards the nearest diner, and ordered a large meal. It was not the first time that I had left town, sometimes my work was needed in nearby towns, or in large cities. The most Notable of all was New York City. That was what I called a City. I remember what happened at that Diner, I had ordered a cheese burger, with a large chocolate shake, and some fries. People began to stare at me when I began to gorge down my food, I remember that the waitress, Kelly, came up to me and said something. At first I didn't hear but then she got my attention by tapping me on the shoulder. I stared up at her, she had large brown hair, and a pink waitress outfit, like the ones you saw on TV or when they were big in the fifties. She had dark blue eyes that seemed that if you stared at them for a long time, you would fall in.

When I finally heard her she began to ask me some questions. She had a very deep accent, which if I remember was a deep southern accent, and she always called me Hun at the end of her sentences.
"You enjoying your food hun?" she asked smiling yet staring at how I ate. I nodded my head and swallowed my food.
"Yes'm." I said polity. She laughed at my politeness.
"No need to be so formal. Call me Kelly, hun." she said sweetly, the way a waitress usually acted so as to get a bigger tip.
"All right, the food is great Kelly." I said smiling at her. She smiled back at me.
"So what's a young man like you doing here in a place like this huh?" Kelly said questioning me. I thought for a moment thinking over each word carefully. I then looked back at her and smiled.

"Business, mostly personal." I said cocking my head to the right shoulder.
"Business huh? Well you got a place to stay for the night?" She asked me sweetly. I was eighteen and I had never met such a person. I didn't understand what she was trying to do.
"No but.." I tried to tell her that I was planning on going to the next town over but she cut me off.
"Well if you need a place to stay you can stay with me! After my shifts over I'll take you there hun!" Kelly said sweetly. I smiled back at her.
Wow thanks!" Was all I could say, I had never met a person who was so generous.

After her shift got off, I took my suitcase, and put it in her small car. She looked at it, wondering why I only had one suitcase. She shook her head and got into the car, as did I. After a while of driving she drove us into the driveway of a preety pink house, with a green lawn. It was beautiful, and at the same time weird, as if the place smelled of chemicals and hairspray. She got out of the car and I just sat there staring at the pink house. She noticed that I wasn't following her and she came back to get me.
"Something the matter hun?" She asked worried. I looked at her strangely. Something was defiantly off, but I couldn't place it.
"N-no, was just looking at the preety home you own." Flattery was the greatest tool that a person could use with words. She began to blush.
"Why thank you young man." she said helping me out of the car, for some reason I felt my hair being touched and looked behind me, she was twirling her hair. This was not good, I began to sweat when I realized what she might try to be doing.

After I had put my stuff away in the large bedroom, I noticed a picture on the nightstand. It was Kelly, with another man. I swallowed spit hoping to dear god that she wasn't married.
"Yo hoo! Boy!" She called me coolly. I began to turn my head to see her in a night gown. I looked back embarrassed.
"Oh come now! Is that anyway to look at a lady?" She said trying to entrance me. I would not fall for it. Plus if something were to happen with me and my power I would never forgive myself.
"I-I-I-I'm Sorry I must be going." I said trying to pack up my things. She then grabbed my arm and began to have this angry tone with me.
"Now see here mister, I let you into my home and you treat.." I pulled my arm away from her hand packing things faster and faster. Something inside me was telling me to get out of there before things got out of hand.

"No...no I can't please." I said trying to plead with her to not make me stay. She tugged on my arm crying and yelling at me. The things that she said were not appropriate for me to write down. But after all that she said I stopped in my tracks. She also stopped and began to tug on me. I still would not move. She then became worried and faced me. She tried to see my face, and then all of a sudden I began to move my arm, but it was not my doing. I touched her arm and she began to scream in pain. I had burned her with out even meaning to. I then picked up my bag and began to walk away, she began to curse at me, and after a while she stopped. I think, if I can guess at this that the burn had disappeared.

I never forgot that moment and ever since I have never been to another Diner since then. Can't take chances.
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[Lumen et ignem]

Good chapter. As far as names go, here's a link for a lot of different names. Baby Boy Names - BabyNames.com

 

[SilentTrinity]

thanks my top 5 favorite names are up as a poll
ill choose from the most popular if thats okay.
anyway expect chapter 3 by monday or sometime this next week.

 

[Chaos]

whoa that was creepy dude good thing he got out of there

 

[SilentTrinity]

Chapter 3

After that odd experience with that woman, I realized that I knew nothing about why I had this power. So what did I do? I went to a specialist in this type of thing. I traveled to New York City, and looked up a man named John, he was a specialist in the things of Pyro's. He was a long skinny man, with short brown hair. He had dark green eyes, that always sparkled whenever he spoke. He always sat down with his legs across his lap and held his hands as if he were trying to figure out something. I meet him after the incident, and he took an interest in my case, due to the fact that I said I would show him without any penalty.
"So explain to me how your power works, like distance, effects etc." He asked staring at my blacken hands. After telling him everything I knew he nodded his head and his eyes began to sparkle.

"Interesting, it appears that you are a physic Pyro. That is unusual in the extreme. Most of my clients are just talented Arsonist, trying to show off their fire making skills as feats of physical prowess." He said taking notes on my actions. I turned to him as my hands began to heal.
"So can you tell me how I got this Power?" I asked him studying his every move. He thought for a while, before he answered.

"Well it maybe that you are an evolved version of Human. Or that your able to use more of your brain power, which causes you to create fire. It is said that Humans only use 10% of their brains. So maybe you use more?" He said this trying to find something in his shelf's.

"Ah! Here it is!" e said taking out a old book, which he then blew the dust off. I stared at the large book, it was a leather bound book, most likely from the 16th or 17th century. It was written in a language unbeknown to me. I stared at it for a long time trying to figure out where I had seen it before.

"This book, contains every different type of your power. The people who are listed in here have the same powers, and same mind set as you. This might be useful to you." he said this while handing me the book. Still I had no idea where I had seen this book before. I opened up to a page full of dust, which made me cough a lot. After it had settled I opened the first page and began to read. Each person in the book re told their story of how they had accidentally released their powers, some were from other countries, mostly in England. One entire intrigued me the most. A man named Jack, used this power to entice people before he killed them, some saying that he absorbed their life force as he burned them to death.

"Amazing!" I breathed. John laughed at my amazement. He did not seem to be surprised by my reaction at all.
"Yes, it took me many years to compile that entire book, lots of research and dedication. All though no one takes it seriously. There are only 3 copies in the entire world, the other two were bought by collectors and mine is the original copy." John said taking the book back from my hands, which was gripped tightly to the book.

"So now what?" I asked him, wondering why he took knowledge away from me. It explained so much, that I couldn't even comprehend at that time.
"Well you could search for these people and make them teach you control over it. Or you could do nothing and live a normal life." He said the sparkle in his eyes still there. I laughed at the last choice, a normal life was not possible for me at that time.

"Well then it's settled. You want to go and find these people right?" John asked me getting a piece of paper and writing something down. He handed it to me after he finished.
"Here go to this person, she's the closest that you will find." He said after I took the paper. The name was that of Emily Sheldon, a Librarian in New York City. She lived in Queens, Apartment Building number 4. I thanked John and left that building.

After I left John there, everything went to hell.
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[Chaos]

wow i thought something creepy was going happen but, i don't trust that john for some reason

 

[SilentTrinity]

chapter 3 is up on the last post

 

[MangaCrazy101]

WHoooo go Si-tri kun I FINNALLY got around to reading it. Keep up the mad work ~~
BTW I voted for Lucas

 

[SilentTrinity]

thanks Manga...anyway the next chap should be up either tonight or Tuesday

 

[Lumen et ignem]

Chapter three was interesting. Wonder how John's going to play out in the following chapters.