Wildfire

Here it is, my first writing ever.
This is inspired by Sonata Arctica's song Wildfire and has a very special meaning for me, along with it's follow-ups that are going to show up here soon. Don't be too critical on me. :P

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Do you feel?
Do you care about me?

He was walking on the sidewalk with his head down. He passed thousands of people just while he got to his job, and never saw a smile. He felt sad. He reached for his inner pocket and put the volume up. The tempo was quickening.

Do you feel?
Do you care about me?
Did you wait and love me all this time?

Did someone ever loved him? Was there someone still waiting for Warren to see his unopened letter and read it?... What was he thinking? There was no unopened letter! There were no letters at all. It was e-mails now... and Warren never left unopened e-mails. The next song begun.

Look what have I done to my San Sebastian...

His... was something ever his?

It was good I got to know her, because she made me see, that the sun of San Sebastian is just too hot for me!

Did he ever really knew someone? Did he ever passed through those annoying masks people put on just to hide their true self?

...I’m married to the Moon...

- Well, at least you're married to something. I don't even have this.
People looked at him and wondered who was he talking to. He felt their stairs on him and looked down to his shoes again. He walked counting the paving stones on the sidewalk. One, two, three...

I’m not that easy – blank file in their memory

...four, five, six...

I was born and raised by the sea – shy, yet proud

...seven, eight, a pair of feet, nine, ten, a pair of feet, eleven, twelve, thirteen and a par of feet just on it. He looked up to see who was standing before him. It was a man with a friendly smile in a good leather coat and pants and high boots. Warren smiled at him apatheticaly and stepped to the side to pass the man, but he did the same and was again in his way. Warren looked at him and grinned. The man smiled back, but this time the smile wasn't friendly - something demonic glistened in his eyes. Then, out of nothing, a red tail with a burning end swung behind the stranger and winded around Warren's feet.
- Hello Warren - a voice whispered. It was probably the stranger's, but his lips weren't moving. - It's me. They call it telepathy.

People were passing by as if no one noticed the creature and the man. Warren wasn't afraid, not at all. Like never before for a few seconds everything he ever dreamed of was his - he felt loved and could see people smile at him. Warmth poured into his soul.
Then everything was gone - the stranger vanished and Warren felt as empty as before. He blinked a few times and continued on his journey to work. Two blocks later he turned right, then left, then right again, crossed the street at the crossroad, bought a coffee from the small coffee shop and went into an old, but well-kept building. He greeted the doorman with a smile and all he got in return was one icy nod. He remembered his player was still on, so he turned it off before taking the stairs to the third floor.

A step, second, third, fourth, fifth...

- Waaaarren... why do you bother with those mortals?

Warren stopped. He looked up the stairs expecting it to be one of his colleagues jokes. What jokes? They couldn't even smile. He shrugged and kept going up. Sixth, seventh, eighth...
- Waaaarreeeen...
He smiled a demonic smile and continued up. He reached his office and went in slamming the door behind him saying he doesn't want to be disturbed. He opened the door of the small locker and looked at his reflection in the mirror. The stranger was smiling from there.
- Why are we so sad, Warren?... Are we feeling hurt by their evil lies and all those empty words? We are thirsty for payback? - Warren grinned and instinctively reached for his lighter. - What would be like to do with the town? Would we like... to make it dance... with the Animal? Would we? Would we?! Tell us, what would we like to do...
- Burn it! BURN IT!

Warrens shouted the last words and a fast melody played in his head. Three clear words followed: burn, honey, burn!

Warren went out of the room running. He went down the stairs almost magically, jumping two-three stairs at a time. The voice in his head wouldn't stop repeating "Burn! Burn!". Warren headed for the big library in the heart of the city. He was then going to visit the small ones too and throw the whole town into disarray. But this is what he wanted... and he was going to do it with every city... until the rules are the same for all.

Warren was standing on top of the highest building and was watching the burning city below him. He didn't feel guilty. This was his way of paying back for all he suffered through his twenty six years of life.

Burn, honey, burn...

13.05.2006
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