• For me, it was just another normal day. The usual stuff, the stuff that no ordinary 16 year old would do, in fact, no-one who was a plain human would do this. But me? Who ever said I was normal?!

    I’d heard from the police station (which I’d recently hacked into), that somewhere along dancing road (my own little code name for the street) a tall five star hotel was up in flames. How it caught fire I have no idea, probably a rich snob had lit a cigarette inside, believing that they were so almighty that they could get away with it. They seemed to of forgotten the after effects. But anyway, me being me, and doing what I do, I decided to stroll on over there.

    From a distance the building looked impressive; you wouldn’t be able to tell there was a fire if it weren’t for the smoke. The white building had twisting flames trailing up its sides, the red and orange creating a beautiful décor effect, at least from where I am. In fact, the décor was flames licking the bricks of the wall, leaving garish black marks in its path.

    Up close though, was a different story. The usual bright lights had shattered, creating sharp spikes on the ground. They reflected the harsh colors of the light from the hungry flames above. I could see flashing blue lights rebounding over the area, coming from the numerous police cars. It created a tragic scene, which in turn attracted attention. The siren’s shrill, high pitched sounds were mixed in with the many screams of terror. The emergency crew were to be seen scaling ladders with people in their arms, or comforting the crowd of people, and standing in the centre of the drive with their massive hosepipes, releasing a jet like stream of water, buffeting the growing flames.

    From my vantage point (the top of a parked police car), it appeared that the authorities had things under control. Everyone was out of the building apparently, and the fire was currently being dealt with. I grinned to myself; it seemed that my work had been done for me. But alas, it hardly ever done for me, and this was no exception.

    As I turned to leave, a shout of pain echoed around the street. I saw people freeze, people pointing at the top floor, and a fireman shaking his head. I spun around and saw what they meant. On the top floor of the hotel, there was a male figure surrounded by smoke. The authorities couldn’t reach him, the building was filled with fire and would soon explode if not dealt with, and the ladders were too short. He's doomed.

    Or he would be, if I wasn’t there. This is what I do.

    I vaulted off the car, and sprinted towards the building, ignoring the hands trying to stop me. The door burst open, causing flames to extend their hands towards me. I didn’t stop running. It was quite funny actually, the people trying to stop me. They tried grabbing my clothes, shouting for me to stop, and even shooting a stun dart at me! They didn’t seem to realize that I can’t be injured, that I’m not normal.

    I reached the barrier of flames, ignoring the flames that played with my hair and wrapped around my skin like fiery chains. I smiled slightly in amusement, as much as the flames tried, they wouldn’t injure me permanently. The barricade of flames in the doorway was bright; it hurt my eyes as they adjusted to its glare.

    I thought to myself wryly, that if this hotel wasn’t up in flames, the foyer would be impressive. But at this moment in time, it was a wreck. The elegant stairs that were supported by twisting metal beams were now melting and dripping a molten substance into the dancing flames below. The red carpet that once decorated the winding staircase for the famous and rich was now charred and burning, tendrils of smoke trailing upwards from it. The pearly white floor was now covered in shattered glass from the dome window above, and the fire cast an eerie glow on the walls. The expensive pictures were ruined beyond repair; the simple yet exquisite statues were wrapped in a blanket of flames. It was a nice effect in a dark sort of way.

    I started up the stairs, carefully testing the steps before placing my weight on them. The flames lapped at my skin, leaving burns. I heard a male shout from above me, and hurried onwards. At the second floor, as I was rushing through the ever growing flames, a loud crack vibrated through the air, and a heavy wooden beam swung down towards me. My only escape was in the flames, and I quickly dived in there as the once smooth beam smashed into the floor and continued downwards. I felt the floor beneath my feet shudder, and then slowly slide downwards, I sighed.

    I looked about quickly, if I wanted to save the male I had to get upwards now. I saw a fraying rope hanging from the ceiling above; if I hurried I could just make it. I ran quickly, with my head lowered and body hunched. I saw a hole at my feet rapidly growing, and jumped over it, extending my arms like wings. I slammed into something as I started to fall, and grabbed hold of it. I slid downwards slightly, causing my hands to burn. But I was safe for now.

    I looked up and saw that the smoke and flames were spreading slowly, if I didn’t get up there soon, the male would die. I reached up and started to pull myself painstakingly up the thin rope. The ground below me was now entirely occupied with flames, there was no going back. I focused on my aim, reaching the person above. I couldn’t see far in front of me anymore, the smoke was too thick and blinded me slightly. I had nearly reached the top floor when I felt the rope in my hands unraveling, the flames was going to snap it.

    I gritted my teeth and vowed to win the war between me and the flames. Although it seemed that we were both equally determined. I looked around for somewhere to jump to and saw an opportunity. I swung on the rope, causing it to swing backwards and forwards, just a bit further I keep thinking. Finally I could reach out and grab the edge of my target. I swung closer and jumped of the rope, my hands closed on the crystal chandelier and my body swung into nothing. I swayed slightly, my hands supporting my body weight. I heaved myself upwards so that I was now perched on the edge of the chandelier, watching the rope I was on fall into the fiery abyss below.

    I swiped my hand across my forehead, brushing my hair out of eyes. I sighed annoyed; it had come out of my bobble again. I heard a creaking sound as the chandelier protested about the weight on it. I saw the room where I was heading, but to get there I had to jump about two metres. Oh well.

    As my perch groaned, I jumped off with my arms outstretched, tensing myself for landing. I landed with a thud and quickly rolled forward to lower the impact it would have on my body. I straightened up at the door and extended my hands towards the red hot door handle and grimaced as I saw how charred they were. As I placed my hand on it, I felt a dull pain, and the smell of burning skin reached my nose. Great. The fire just had to be collecting thickly in that room.

    I burst open the door, ignoring the slap of smoke that enveloped me, and scanned the room. I saw a hunched over figure in the corner dressed in a burning servants uniform. I scurried over there and pulled him up by his arm. I saw his name, Will, and quickly wrapped my arms around him to support him. He coughed again and buried his head in my shoulder to stop himself choking on the smoke. As I ran towards a nearby window that I had seen leading onto a distant roof, I quickly whispered hi to him and my name. I felt him stiffen in surprise as he heard who I was, then grin.

    I took a deep breath as I reached the French styled window and jumped into it, tilting my body so that the glass hit me instead of Will. I felt the freedom of gravity as we hung suspended in midair before plummeting down towards the roof below.

    My breath whooshed out of me as I landed on the roof with glass embedded in my back, then winced as Will landed on top of me. I groaned and pushed him off me, sitting upright slowly. I watched him sit up and grin at me. We both laughed as we realized what we had discovered, we had found another non-normal person who we could travel with. The myth was true, our kind do find their true soulmate in disastrous situations.

    We leaned back against each other, leaving the authorities thinking that we had died in the fire.

    We were not alone any more, the girl with the ability to heal herself, and the boy with the ability to fly with the birds (wings included).

    So maybe this wasn’t an ordinary day for me, although it certainly began like one. But now, a new way of life had started for us both.