Police sirens scream and you hear the roar of the fire trucks following closely behind. "What's going on?" you ask yourself, but before anyone had time to answer you saw the large building go up in flames and the dark smoke rising around it. You back up, in awe at what happened, but your attention is attracted to a movement in the alley behind you. You turn just in time to see a dark figure move past, staying hidden except for the sparks being left behind by her enflamed tail. "I need to help them." you think before you rush off after the creature, uninterested in the burning building. You catch up easily, the seemingly female creature is slower. Now that you notice it, she seems to be limping, but her tail has been put out. "Miss! Miss!" you call out, and she turns to face you, quickly ducking into a low doorway, and out of your view.
You follow the woman through the door, your eyes having to adjust to the dark and dusty room. You can smell the dust and mold and you can hear people coughing and someone far away laughing. As you wandered, hopefully still behind the girl, your eyes adjusted to find yourself in a long hallway. Far ahead was the reptile-like woman and you hurried your pace to catch up. "Miss? Are you ok?" you said, your voice echoing down the hall, even though you spoke fairly quiet. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" she growled as she spun around. "Why did you follow me in here? Do you know how much trouble you'll get us in?" She grabbed your arm tightly and yanked you into a room that you hadn't noticed.
She sets you down in an old leather chair and stands facing you, not caring to take a seat. "Now that we're out of danger, what's your name?" You wiggle in your seat, her eyes strange, kind of button looking. "My name is guest. I'm sorry to intrude, I just saw your tail.." you trailed off as you looked at the singed skin.. or fabric? What was she? "Who are you?" you asked, staring her in the eyes. They did look like buttons. She looked at you, her eyes leaving her burned tail, "My name is Blowup, not that I should tell you anyways." She grinned a creepy grin and pulled her face away from yours.
After telling her everything about you from birth to now and a lot of convincing you're not a spy or a cop, she allowed you to ask a few questions of your own, but she'd keep an eye on you from now on. "What is this place and why are you here?" you asked, watching her reaction. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked, brushing off the question. "No thank you, would you mind answering?" you responded quickly. She sighed an took up a chair beside yours, taking a sip of her water. "Why do you want to know me so badly?" She paused and you gave no response so she sipped her drink again and started her answers.
After she had finished her water and you had earned her trust more, she spoke again. "This is an abandoned hospital, that's why there's so many rooms and people. I'm what you would call.. a bad guy." You nod and she continues, "I like explosives and fire, I've earned my badges from it." She said as she traced the scars and burns on herself. "That's why that building was on fire, that was my work." You gasped and she looked up at you. You cover your mouth and wait, hoping she'd tell you more. She frowned at you, "The reason I do it is because the rush. It's the feeling it gives me, the sounds, the smells, the sights. I try to stop, but I can't." She sighed and looked at you, clearly unhappy.
As it got darker and later, you get more tired and the coffee only helped for a few minutes. "I'm getting tired." you said as you started to get up. Blow shot up before you and rested a hand on your shoulder. "I'm afraid I've told you too much, I'll supply you with a room next to mine and we'll meet again in the morning. Don't even think about leaving, it'll only cause more harm to you."
Her voice sent a chill down your spine and you nod. "That's fine, I'm just sleepy." She nods and grabs your arm again, more lightly and less hurtful this time, and led to out of her room and into your new one. "There's the bed, a TV, and a chair, you can spruce it up later." She waved and turned your light out, leaving without a sound.
You were woken up with a shake and flung your arms in the air, almost hitting Blow in the jaw. "Watch yourself, you're lucky you didn't wake up to fire." She shrugged and backed up, giving you space to move. You get up and stretch, glad to be alive, and stand up. "I could use some coffee" you mumble and she takes your wrist, tugging you along behind her, back to her room.
You two sit and talk, you gather average information on her appearance now that there is some daylight leaking into the dark room. She's mostly dark grey with odd patches of color here and there. Her tail looks like it used to be white, but now is so stitched, patched, and burned, you can hardly tell. Her hands are a bright yellow, strange she hadn't notice that earlier. Maybe she had been wearing gloves. Your eyes return to her and you begin noting her looks again. Her hair is very red, tied up to the side. She has large orange eyes with dark blue pupil that looked kind of like thread. Odd. She wore strange, geared, goggles which were now resting on her forehead. Why hadn't she noticed that either? The last thing she had on was a cute little belt that had flames all over it, no surprise there.
You yawn and think about her, then without thinking, you blurt out your next question, "Why are you bad? Why don't you be good?" She slapped her hand to her mouth to shut off the flow, but Blow was already thinking. "You know, I'm not sure. I could've been good. My parents were bad guys, always in prison, but I was in foster care. They had no influence.. Or maybe they did. Maybe, I wanted to feel closer to the parents I'd never know, become like them. Maybe." She faded out, returning to the world again. "But again, I'm not sure." Blown and you talk more until the night falls again. "You must be leaving now, good day, and I hope to not see you again." She said with a smirk as she pushed you out of the building.
You return home, not sure if you should tell anyone what had happened or keep it to yourself like you were told to. You decide to write it all down, even if you don't publish it. You begin to write down everything you can remember and as you begin writing realize you never told Blow that you were a writer. Oops.
Name: Blowup or Blow for short.
Occupation: None, unless you count Pyromaniac as a job.
Family: Both parents are in jail, no siblings mentioned.
Personality: Pyro, quiet, loner, troubled.
Last night a building went up in flames with no trace of the culprit. I watched as it burst into flames and watched as the criminal fled from the scene. Unknowingly I followed her seeing she as she was hurt and I wanted to help, but I led myself into a crazy night. I was led into an old hospital, apparently full of other criminals and the girl I followed. She took me into her room and told me about her over the rest of that day and then the entire next day. I left after the sun set and was let return home. I met the criminal who sets fires all over town, costs the city millions of dollars a year, but I felt something in her, something good, something vulnerable.
You stopped writing and set your pen down, happy to finally be home and happy to get it off your chest. You read over your writing again and sighed, slipping the papers down into your desk. You wouldn't ever tell anyone this secret, no matter what.
Blow has a petpet named Torse who is normally stuck in her room all day. He's got a large burn on his left arm and she is very careful with him. He's the only thing left from her parents and she always has a close eye on him. Not many people know about him considering he is her weakness. Wouldn't want that getting around.
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