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From the Author
Jake nodded to the other guys before coming back to my question. "Just watching. The fire fighters are working hard to get the fire under control before it spreads. There's some serious adrenaline and emotion involved in that, so just feel out the situation and see what you can use."
We were still a building or two away and I already felt warmth. I wondered if it was from the fire or the emotions of those fighting it. We ducked through a hole in a chain link fence to get close and observe from somewhere hidden so the officials wouldn't send us away.
"What would you guys normally be doing, if I weren't learning?"
"For a fire? Not really a lot we can do. If someone was inside I'd rush in for the save, but Empath powers don't really make us more effective at putting out flames." Jake smiled and winked. I wondered if I could rush into a burning building to save someone. Mouthing off at punks seemed altogether different. But I wanted to be someone who would do that.
The two story warehouse glowed like a jack-o'-lantern. I stared in awe at such destructive, beautiful power. Flames painted the walls and the heat scorched and dried my unprotected skin even from this distance. The smell was off, like bad eggs and car burn outs. Fortunately, most of the smoke blew the other way.
We watched the fire fighters doing their thing, calling orders back and forth, dragging hoses, working pumps on the truck. All knew their roles. They worked as a team. I'd be part of a team like that soon, but even better. I looked sidelong at Jake, his hair and skin glowing golden in the fire light. Part of his team.
Excess emotions flowed off the fire fighters and I made myself a magnet, letting power soak in through my pores.
Jake bumped my shoulder with his. "How are you feeling? Got the mojo yet?"
"Yeah, feeling good. Awesome even."
Jake held up his palm flat in front of me. "Give me your best shot."
Jake rolled his eyes. "And don't be holding back. We don't take wimps."
I raised an eyebrow and lifted my fist to the challenge. I could feel muscles tense and coil. The sensation and awareness, the pure power, made me feel drunk. I smacked my fist into his palm.
Jake whistled, dramatically shaking off the hurt. "Nice, some real potential there. How about a race?"
My imagination went on its own race into the future, Jake and me running through the deserted warehouses, giggling, speeding after each other, tumbling into a heap, our lips so close and then...
Something caught my eye over at the fire. My sight had improved as well, the way it had the night after I volunteered. A sheet of corrugated iron peeled itself off the roof, lifting under the hot gusts from the fire like a strange kite. It lingered in the air then fell in a deadly dive bomb straight at one of the fire fighters.
I didn't have to question anymore if I'd run to save someone. I just ran.