Fire and Flames

Chapter 1 (because nothing starts at .5)

A fire can be anything, but it's the flames that burn you.


Beautiful, that's what this is. An organization that's all but hidden from the government, but still larger than the country. It's international. Beautiful she thought as she stood by the building, there were three people in there, and they would all go to other meetings and tell them what had happened here, until it had spread and the process would bounce back inwards really an amazing process and way of communications. Interesting she thought as she walked in. there was no one working here, it was abandon, but they would be here. They staggered their entrances the first would come at a time, the next would come thirty eight minutes afterwards, and then the next after that would be a full hour and seventeen minutes after the first. An interesting system but it worked.
She took a moment to make sure no one was watching; the cameras might catch it. Still she slipped inside, it was dingy and uncomfortable. The girl had over half and hour to wait so she sat down at a chair, they would come in through the same entrance, well the second person would, the last person to come in would come in through the back entrance, it was all a rather annoying and slow process, but it worked she reminded herself, it worked. Because it was so careful. Dangerous still, it was beautiful yes. How they kept it a secret and yet still managed to preserve everything else.
Playing out patterns on the arm of her chair the girl remembered when she had first joined. It hadn't been her choice, in the end she had had a choice, not much of one, but at least they didn't pull a 19th century move on her forcing her to serve. She would trade the knowledge, danger, and adventure for something else though, there were things to be said for ignorance, happiness, and 'sheep' safety. the government was less likely to go for the sheep when they could go for the wolves. However nothing was certain and a flock of sheep was much easier prey. A part of he knew though she didn't want to be like that; prey.
That larger part told her that walking into these flames that the rebellion created was dangerous, but it was fun. The adventure and adrenaline rush was fun and thrilling. As it was suppose to be. The girl turned.there was no choice anymore.
Withdrawing her hand she glanced at the form that almost seemed to slither around it, because flames burned and they left a mark. It had been death or this mark to remind her of her allegiance. Her oath. Her promise. And sometimes when she was irritated with the entire affair; her stupidity. Life would go on good or bad, and nobody really cared, this though could change everything. The flames couldn't even burn the government or affect it, but if something actually happened out of this meeting then that could all change; something could happen; something could be done. And everything would change.

It's amazing, but I want to make it mine.

He had been waiting for this to turn into something he could use. Something worth his position as he had been holding. Living life ever concealed behind a mask that he carried with him everywhere he went, but he felt safe, for behind the mask he hid his weapons. Shaking his head the man knew there were people about across two streets, but now moving towards, for they had had to stay away from the others in this meeting. They wouldn't hide themselves from the third, he would think nothing of it. However it was the other he would have to worry about. He walked in confident, right on time, just like they  had taught him at his real home. The set up this rebellion had was good, but they seemed the largest and smartest and first to make a move. However, it was time that they realized that it was his world. Well not his, but the governments. He worked well because he wanted power; and he moved up in so many artificial ranks from second rate organizations that didn't know he was lying through his teeth. He had grown accustom to being respected and listened to and when all this was finished he would do the same with his own government. A snake they knew, but they wouldn't be expecting one alone. They would however either side kill him if they realized the game he was playing. Until it was up, he cashed in his chips and he was victorious, and won. It was something he looked forward to. Something he wanted to do since he had come up with this plan. Now he had to attend to this meeting. And his words would ripple through until they came back and he would learn the final plan. The big plan. He grinned and found the girl already watching him between narrowed eyes. He didn't speak but she didn't. Whispering fierce she said "We are surrounded the third one may not show." Gauging him up carefully he could feel as if she could see him. "Do you have an escape plan if all this turns south?" He shook his head, she never cursed. He didn't know why she would start now, but most would have much more descriptive phrases to what might happen if they found out about her. He would flash a badge and be through, but she would be taken away. Well she had been a thorn, maybe it would be good, but he didn't want this to be up yet he still needed information so he answered of course and they he settled down. Not feeling in any real danger. She watched him carefully, but he didn't pay it any mind. She was probably just worried he would tag along with her, the man snorted internally he didn't need her, didn't need any of them. They were all more foolish than he was they had all been tricked, and the trick was just about to bite them in their irritating behinds.

Because I see, because I know, I will be:....

 He had been working with both of them, he was assured of her loyalty although he knew she still had moments of hesitation, but the other was a spy. And needed to be taken care of. He would not pass up the offer of unlimited information and he wanted her to be there to test if she was willing to torture the other for information. They didn't know each other so it shouldn't be too hard for her, but if she didn't then he would kill her and then torture the other. It didn't matter it had to be done to spies and traitors.
It was normal and he knew the risks there were more outside but he went inside anyway. The spy probably had a safety net, so he would start by telling them to remove as much clothing as possible in case of tracking devices; that being said he could easily see where it was. Anyway he went in through the back. He was on time, and he wondered what the two of them were doing in there. And smiled. Yes this was going to be some major information.
And the spy would be playing a key part of it. He had seen him, he knew him; and now his dream would be.

Author's Note| Just an idea, I'm trying to do more chapters and what I call 'length writing' but I'm working on something else that I may post here or may not. Do you like the chapters or do you like the short stories?

Because; I **** you

Prologue

Because you can't just hate him...you have to love him too.

Kayla sighed and looked at the classroom; trying to find a place to sit. She felt like such the typical new girl; no friends, no where to sit, and clueless. She looked around before finally landing herself in the middle of the classroom. She didn't want to sit in the back, and be labeled as a trouble maker, but sitting in the front wouldn't give the impression she was hoping for. She adjusted her glasses, not nervous exactly, but annoyed; the bell had rung five minutes ago and kids were still filing in,  and the teacher was MIA. She wondered if the teacher would always be this late and the class would always be this rowdy, but it wasn't like this class was a core class, it was a fine arts class. It still counts for part of your grade an annoying voice in her head nagged her.

There wasn't exactly anywhere else she could go, she was stuck here. Literally her parents decided to move and her father had been assigned here as a post for two years, so she would be somewhere else for her senior year. Weren't freshmen suppose to be more prepared? She guessed not as the class was fifteen minutes in and the last student filed in and the teacher was still not here. She wondered if she should just leave, but she didn't want to make a bad first impression or have to listen to her father about skipping class. That wasn't a conversation that she wanted to have. Her dad wasn't on top of her as much as some others, because he didn't have the time, but when she showed him her report card or he got emails from the school he would really get on her.

Kayla listened as some students finished last minute homework, and some chat with their friends. And she guessed that was what normalcy was, but she was normal. She wondered if she could get on any sports teams. It was the last two months of school so she guessed not. She focused on her book trying to come up with something to read, the same line kept repeating itself, looping over and over again. The teacher was late. So late she thought for a moment. Why was any teacher half an hour late to class? The class only lasted an hour and a half. She waited some more time, and then wondered if she should tell somebody. Who would she tell who would believe her though? No one knew her here, for all they knew she was lying. She wasn't sure if she looked like trouble, she hadn't taken too much time with her appearance this morning; just another day at school. I mean she had glasses, she couldn't look too threatening, but she did know a wide variety of martial arts.

Kayla glanced at her watch when she finally suffered through the next chapter. She forgot the title, but it was something about Dogs and military service. Not her own choice, something her dad recommended she read when he heard she was interested in a dog. She had said it as an offhand comment about some people she knew having dogs. The teacher had half an hour until class ended. She got up and walked over to a table of girls awkwardly and asked as they chat with each other "Is the teacher always this late?"

The girl frowned, she had shiny brown hair of about shoulder length, and blue eyes that popped. It was hard to tell if she was tall or short as she was sitting down, wearing a sweater and skinny jeans. Kind of typical Kayla thought but let it go. She was wearing jeans and a plain Shirt. She really shouldn't be judging her. The girl answered though evenly, not annoyed at being interrupted but not pleased to make any conversation "Yeah, all year this teacher is either an hour late or never shows."
Kayla wondered how that worked, and the girl gave her a look that asked; are you going to respond or can I go back to doing whatever I was.

Kayla muttered a thanks before going back to sit in her seat. At least the girl hadn't been rude, that would have made her want to do something she would regret. Then she would get another talk with her dad. In fact she thought; when did she ever get to talk with her dad unless he was unhappy? Impatient Kayla glanced at her watch again. How was the teacher still working here if he was always late? She would have thought that the kids grades would show it too, but maybe the school didn't care, or all the smart kids were here and none of them needed to study. She wondered if she should actually go talk to someone, but decided against it. What was the point?

It wasn't that she was leaving in two years or that she wouldn't have any time to hang out, or some aspects of her just couldn't be called normal. She wondered if she was just an antisocial person. Twenty  minutes to the bell she was still thinking. She saw her watch indicate the time and sighed, looked like the teacher wasn't going to show. He hadn't written any homework on the board or even notes for the days lecture. So she was going to spend two months with her first period basically being off, which she was fine with. The subject was art, so she would do just fine, but still. It irked her that the teacher hadn't shown. Still she didn't know how they would get the grades, hopefully the teacher just put in a bunch of hundreds. All the students were treating it as a free period.

Suddenly someone walked in. Absentmindedly Kayla wondered if he was a student. His hair was messy like he had woken up late and she wondered if he was tired and had overslept, but he immediately walked over to a group, and didn't seem the tiniest bit so. He in fact seemed confident, almost arrogant, and lively. She rolled her eyes, what a boy. He could skip class and not care then just go over to his friends. She wondered if this would just be an off period for her, but she would have to show up sometimes like when the teacher did.

The bell was going to ring in ten minutes, and she was slightly glad the teacher hadn't shown. But it would have been a nice distraction. Although the people who were late were probably glad that the teacher always came late and sometimes never at all. Suddenly a woman walked in. She was about thirty or so and her hair was in a messy bun that was stylish at that point, she looked a little flustered. The teacher didn't seem like the type of person you would normally find, but Kayla guessed it was art. She seemed to feel a little awkward at being late, but if this teacher had been coming in late all year then it shouldn't really matter. "Sorry I'm late class!" She said, rushing in, realizing that class was almost over. In art class this would usually be about the time the teacher started to tell students to finish up their bit and then pick up. Did this class ever get to do anything except socialize and do homework for other classes?

All of them responded "It's fine." Almost a reactive response.

She composed herself before saying "The homework will be to draw an emotion that you feel." She looked around and said "I hope you will all express yourselves!" Then she tried being serious as she said "It will be due in one week. I will pick the top five." Then the bell rang and everyone filed out. None of them seemed to take her seriously, but if she never showed up on time Kayla could understand that.

Kayla wondered if she would have to stay after to discuss things with this teacher, but when no indication came she walked out the door still watching and waiting for the teacher. She was usually very aware of her surroundings but a figure came up and bumped into her sending her rocking and falling...very self consciously in front of the stranger who had come in late.

He smirked and she couldn't help but think that he had done that on purpose. She shot him a dirty look before he said, obviously withholding laughter "Sorry, want a hand."

She glared at him carefully accepting his help, not wanting to seem weak but also not wanting to seem rude. This could be his chance to redo the first impression...he had made on her bottom. He pulled her up easily and her hand felt a little sweaty after that before she stalked off after he said nothing. Fine, he didn't get to redo his first impression.

She could practically feel his smirk as he watched her. She tried...very hard not to look back at him, but finally she caved and he was still standing there (the nerve and fool!) and she could practically hear his laughter. He had a really nice laugh, when it wasn't directed at her.

"Gah." She said, already knowing exactly what she was going to draw for that lame excuse for an assignment her art teacher had given to her.

Note| So this is a prologue or chapter, can't decide which for a story. I do this a lot, start them and never finish. I just kind of had to write this because I'm currently reading book that has something like this in it too..... So consider this a phase...
But regardless, hope you liked it.

Sunshine

There is always quite the audience for the sunrise, as the animals wake and see the glorious beginning of the day. As the light gently begins to spread through fog filled sky, tenderly stroking everything it touches. The sun slowly begins to climb as if weary of some unseen beast.
Colors meld, and many are captivated, and those by the ocean or pond or stream even have a sight to behold as the water is turned to a canvas displaying the rising of the day. Of the sun. Of the light bringer. Of a star.
All the animals loved the sunrise, some it meant the end of a tiresome day, and for others it was the beginning. The sunrise was welcome. And all were able to watch it as they anticipated the sunset. When the rays would peek below the horizon, but for now the glow emanated from everywhere.
The ones watching basked in it.
Loved it.
Adored it.
The sun continued on its journey, unaware of its audience, of the awe it inspired. Among this group whom worshiped the drops of sun that colored huge swaths of sky there went unnoticed a small creature.
The little creature shied away feeling alone and scared. It sighed, before leaving, wishing it could see properly. All it saw was pain and blinding light. Though before he thought it had seen the most beautiful thing in the world.
The warm light burned its skin and it retreated. It sighed. The sunrise. The sunset. It burned him to see them; and yet....

Note| Sorry for the short post I'm having writers block!