A Spark of Flame

Ok guys...I have been inspired by Dark_Respite's story, to take a stab at writing a story on one of my main characters. This is my first CoH story so be gentle ... ... ... .. ...(Oh and sorry if its a little long..)



“A Spark of Flame”

Name: Jordan Taylor
Alias: Fiya Man
D.O.B: 07/24/1988- Age: 20
Place of Birth: Brooklyn, NY
Powers: Manipulation of the Fire Element- Insufficient data for complete analysis.


10 Years Ago

Jordan “JT” Taylor was a regular kid who enjoyed the simple things in life. He loved his mother D’vina Taylor, who had always worked hard to provide for him and keep him safe. He loved sports and played them often with his best friend Raymond Johnson, who just like Jordan, accepted the fact that his father didn’t give a damn enough about him to stick around. That’s not something he thinks about often, though.

“Jordan baby, I don’t want you staying outside too late. You know it can be dangerous out there” said Mrs. Taylor one day as she kissed him goodbye.

“Don’t worry mom”, said Jordan while hugging his mom. “Me and ray are only gonna be out for an hour or two. And don’t worry we are gonna stay right outside the apartment just like you like it” he added while grinning.

“You better baby boy, mama don’t play that mess,” she said with a return grin. “Don’t forget your football baby.”

“I won’t mama.” Football was Jordan’s favorite sport. Today he had on his Blue Giants t-shirt, his matching shorts, and his white Nike’s. He was ready to play ball. Just as Jordan opened the door to his apartment to exit, he saw Raymond exit his apartment. It was hard to miss, considering they lived across the hall from each other.

“What’s good Ray?” said Jordan as they greeted each other.

“Just chillin JT. You ready to ball?”

“You already know, my dude”

They both exited the apartment building and crossed the street to the patch of grass where they had played catch for the past two years. Jordan and Ray had been friends every since they could remember, which should not have been too long, considering they were both ten years old.

“You throw like a girl Ray” said Jordan laughing.

“Well you look like one” said Ray in retort.
The two started laughing and trading insults like it was the thing to do. Well, on the streets of Brooklyn, you need to have a sense of humor and some wit to make friends sometimes.

“Think fast Ray” said Jordan as he threw the pig skin. Ray didn’t look up in time and the ball landed in the alley behind the grass patch

“How the hell was I s’posed to catch that?” said Ray as he both walked to where the ball landed.
As Ray walked to go get the ball he realized that it was in the hands of the neighborhood bully, Devin. Although Devin was only a year older than the boys, he was taller and easily twice the size of both Jordan and Ray. He had his crew of “friends” with him and no kid wanted to get on their bad side.

“Oh…h-hey Devin” said Ray as he took a step back. At this point Jordan had already caught up to Ray and was prepared for the worst.

“Yo punk” exclaimed Devin, “your ball landed on my new shoes!” Devin and his 3 friends each took a step towards the boys.

“My fault D, I threw the ball too far...it was an accident.” Jordan tried to look apologetic but for some reason he didn’t feel sorry. In fact he was beginning to feel a warm sensation in his body, unlike he has ever felt before.

“Well maybe since you hit me, we should hit you back! I mean it’s only fair right?” said Devin maliciously.

“An eye for an eye…” said one of his friends.

“A Tooth for a tooth punk” said another.

“Yo fellas, let’s not take it that far” Ray asked pleadingly, “We will just take our ball and be out.”
“It’s not that easy punk [censored],” by now Devin and his gang were moving in on Ray and Jordan.
“You know what man?” Jordan said angrily, “If you wanna start something, then make the first move!” Jordan was praying that Devin was one of those “all talk” bullies.

“Gladly!” Devin said, before punching Jordan square in the jaw and sending him back about 3 feet onto the ground.

Jordan hit the ground hard. All at once, the warm sensation he had been feeling completely filled his insides. It was like he was a flame in a human’s body. He did not understand what was happening, but he suddenly felt the urge to make Devin and his gang pay for their bullying.

“JT!” Ray screamed but as he turned and tried to go to his friend’s aide, Devin grabbed him and lifted him from his shirt.

“Where do you think your goin punk?!” said Devin, cocking back and delivering a punch that sent Ray flying to the ground next to Jordan.
Devin and his gang of friends started laughing and making snide comments.

“Yea, say something now [censored],” said Devin as he laughed and gave one of his buddies a high five.
Ray turned to help Jordan get up, but as he did, he saw something resembling a flame in Jordan’s eyes.

“JT, you aight?” He said as he put a hand on Jordan’s shoulder. He immediately took his hand off of Jordan however and massaged his slightly burnt hand.

“What the hell?” said Ray astonished.

By now, the fiery sensation that Jordan had been feeling had fully taken control of his body. He was unresponsive to Ray’s attempts to get his attention. In fact, he was too busy trying to figure out what was going on and why he felt this surge of power in him. Jordan began to stand up, and as he did, he bent over in anguish. The flame took over his consciousness and he was no longer in control.

“JT!” Ray exclaimed.

“Damn lil punk, don’t die on me, hahaha!” Devin said in laughter while walking towards Jordan. “I mean it’s not like I-”

But that was all that Devin got out before the ground burst into flames around Jordan. Jordan was releasing a vivid and belligerent flame that was flickering in a large radius around him. He slowly walked towards his assailant and the flames flickered wilder and wilder with each step. Although the grass was being engulfed in flame, the fire did not spread outside of Jordan’s desired radius.

“Holy [censored]!” said Devin as he tried to get back up. Devin and the gang turned around and tried to run but every step they took was slowed and difficult. Eventually, they all fell to their knees and started choking from the inhaled soot.
Jordan stood in front of the fallen bullies and watched, almost as if he were watching a movie and not actually causing it. Devin and the gang were slowly choking and coughing to death. Patches of their clothes were slowly burning off. Part of him wanted to stop, but he was too infuriated and wanted them to suffer for what they have done. He was no longer in control of the flames.
“J…*cough* T…” said a choking Ray.


Jordan turned to his friend and saw that he was stuck in the flame patch as well. Ray was on the ground with his arm extended as he tried to stop coughing long enough to catch his friend’s attention. Jordan was so horrified at the thought of his closest friend in pain because of him that he snapped back into awareness. He quickly tried to calm down so that he could regain control of himself and save his friend’s life. Using all the strength he had, he drew the flames back into him. The radius shrunk and shrunk back into Jordan. His body glowed a fiery red for a second and then the warm sensation was gone. The entire ordeal left Jordan exhausted. Jordan collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness.

Devin and the gang slowly began to get up and make sense of what had just happened. They all looked mortified and one by one slowly started to back away.

“Y…you b-b-better watch your back, ya f-freak!” said Devin as he and the group ran for their lives up the block.

Ray didn’t have time to yell after them. He quickly went to Jordan’s side and, although hesitant, grabbed his shoulder to try to wake him up.

“JT wake up!”
“JT we gotta go!”
“JT…please….”

To be continued…

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My 50's:
Fiya Man: Fiya/ Fiya/ Flame Blaster -Protector
Ethros: Dark/Dark/Dark Defender - Protector
Ja-Ja: Fire/Kin/Earth Controller- Protector
Shadow Flux: Fortunata
Daily Forecast: Fire/Storm/Mace Corruptor- Infinity

"XP is for sissies. Real men collect debt." -Adelie

@Gammos

Definitely a good start, and nice to see a hero who screws up drastically the first time he uses his powers.

Thanks for the nod, btw!

Michelle
aka
Samuraiko/Dark_Respite

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Definitely a good start, and nice to see a hero who screws up drastically the first time he uses his powers.

Thanks for the nod, btw!

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Thanks!

No problem!

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My 50's:
Fiya Man: Fiya/ Fiya/ Flame Blaster -Protector
Ethros: Dark/Dark/Dark Defender - Protector
Ja-Ja: Fire/Kin/Earth Controller- Protector
Shadow Flux: Fortunata
Daily Forecast: Fire/Storm/Mace Corruptor- Infinity

"XP is for sissies. Real men collect debt." -Adelie

@Gammos

Sorry guys, real life called. My schedule is clear so im gonna have the next chapter up real soon!

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My 50's:
Fiya Man: Fiya/ Fiya/ Flame Blaster -Protector
Ethros: Dark/Dark/Dark Defender - Protector
Ja-Ja: Fire/Kin/Earth Controller- Protector
Shadow Flux: Fortunata
Daily Forecast: Fire/Storm/Mace Corruptor- Infinity

"XP is for sissies. Real men collect debt." -Adelie

@Gammos

Ok guys sorry for the delay. Well, Here it goes...


“A Spark of Flame” Chapter 2

Present Day

The clock was ticking. He knew he only had a few more moments left in that place, and he could not be more relieved. Everyone in the room was dead quiet, concentrating on completing the task at hand. Jordan finished and double checked to make sure everything was the best it could be. He then walked down to the person in charge with his head held up high.

“Here you go prof,” Jordan said with a smile that could only come from a college student who just completed his last final exam of the semester. As Jordan was handing in his test, Ray started walking up to the professor, clearly finished with his as well. They both exchanged grins as they walked out of the classroom. Jordan nearly did a back flip out of excitement.

“I am SO GLAD finals are ova! They were really startin to hinder my social life!” he said exuberantly as they began walking back towards Jordan’s car.

“Yea seriously,” added his best friend Ray. “If I even look at another book, I’m gonna go on a rampage!”

Jordan and Ray attended a small, yet well known, university in Paragon City, Rhode Island. They had decided to start their third year of college outside of Brooklyn so they could be in a safer environment more conducive to learning. Well actually, both Jordan and Ray’s mothers insisted that they leave out of fear of the streets of New York. In fact, they had never been happier with their moms’ decision. Not only were they in a new city and a new school, but they both were living on their own for the first time in an apartment in Atlas Park. It was a chance for them to start over.

“Ooo scary” Jordan said sarcastically as they began driving from their school in Steel Canyon to their apartment. “What were you gonna do? Throw pencil erasers at everyone like you did in fifth grade?” he added laughing.

“You ain’t never gonna let that die are you?” Ray said shaking his head. “A man makes one mistake and gets sent to the principal’s office…”

“Dawg, you hit the teacher in her eye!”

“Well she had it comin!” They both paused and bursted out laughing at the memory of their childhood escapades. “Hey JT, let’s go down to the park and toss some pig skin like the good ol’ days”

“Aight cool that sound fun bro” Jordan said as he pulled into their apartment. It only took them about twenty minutes to change, grab some food and be on their way out.


As they both were forewarned, life was…different in the city of heroes. In a few short months, they had eye witnessed many super-powered heroes roaming the city fighting crime, some of them even in the skies above. It all didn’t faze Jordan and Ray however because they had seen it all back home. The streets are the streets no matter where one goes. They both walked down the block to the park, a place that always left them awestruck by its beauty. Atlas Park has always been a place where heroes gathered. That may also be because the town hall and hero registration forms are there. To Jordan and Ray though, it was a place to play ball.

“After all these years, you STILL throw like a girl!” said Jordan laughing as he caught the ball.

“Well these years have not made you look less like one either sis,” he said laughing as he caught Jordan’s toss. They both continued to play for a while, just tossing the ball around. The sun eventually started to set, so they both decided to call it quits for the night.

“Man this brings back memories…” said Jordan as they began walking back home.

“Yea dawg, can you believe it’s been a whole ten years since…well…the incident?” Ray said cautiously. He knew that Jordan did not like re-visiting that memory.

“I don’t wanna talk about that Ray.” Jordan had tried to block out that day from his memory for ten years and still it haunted him; the day that he almost lost control and killed four kids along with Ray in a fire that somehow came from him. Since that incident he had tried to find a way to control that power so that he would never go berserk again, but he had not since found a way to bring it out.

“JT…You know, we have to talk about it sometime man. You can’t let it eat you up inside like that. I forgave you a long time ago for that because I know that it wasn’t ya fault bro.”

“Look man I don’t-” Just as they were about to reach their apartment door, they noticed a man with a mask and a bat giving an older woman trouble across the street.

“JT do you see that?” Ray said whispering.

“Yea, I see it,” Jordan looked around and once again noticed that there are never any heroes around when you need them. “I think she needs our help.”

“I think your right.” As they both began walking towards the old woman, they heard her pleas.

“Please young man, I don’t have any money. I’m just trying to get home.” said the frightened woman.

“Well maybe you should have taken another route lady” said the thug with the bat.

“Picking on older people ain’t cool man” said Ray with his right fist in his other hand.

“Oh yea?” said the thug, “what are you two clowns gonna do about it?”

“Well, you got two choices homeboy. You can either go back to whatever rock you crawled out of, or you can stay here and catch this [censored] beatin that we bout to give you” Jordan said with a slick smile on his face.

“Who do you two losers think you are?” said the thug while pulling out a gun on the men.

“Dear Lord!” said the old woman.

Instinctively Jordan and Ray put their hands in the air.

“Yea, say something now punks!” the thug was advancing on the two men with the gun shuffling between the two of them, “not so tough in the face of steel are you?” he said laughing.

In that instant, Jordan felt the same surge of warmth that he had been trying to harness for years. He felt the ferocious fire inside of his body and longed to teach the thug a lesson he would not soon forget. Jordan was pissed.

“Ray, stand behind me,” whispered Jordan. He then focused with all his might and concentrated the fire into his hands.

“Your doin it JT!” said Ray in hushed excitement.

Meanwhile, the thug continued laughing unaware of Jordan’s power increasing. His laugh was quickly transformed into a howl of pain as Jordan transferred some of his onto the gun.

“OUCH!” The thug howled in pain while dropping the gun on the ground like it was made of fire. Ray’s mouth fell open as he saw the boils and blisters on the thug’s gun hand.

“What the hell?!” said the thug, clutching his burnt hand in pain. He then noticed the radiant bluish-red flame that was emanating from Jordan’s hands. “You’re one of them?!” he exclaimed as he took two steps back.

“Uh…maybe, maybe not!” said Jordan quickly trying to improvise. “So you best get the hell outta here before I do what I did to your arm to your whole body!”

“Yea!” said Ray, just adding emphasis.

“You’re gonna regret this super!” said the thug backing away, “no one messes with the Hellions! No one!!!” He said as he ran away.

“Young man, thank you so much!” said the old woman earnestly.

“It was nothing,” said Jordan as they waved goodbye to the woman.

“Yo, that was off the hook JT!” said Ray in awe as they were making their way back to the apartment.

“Thanks dawg, I think I’m starting to get the hang of this power,” said Jordan deep in thought, “I gotta find a way to try to control it better,” he said while running what just happened in his head over and over again.

As Jordan and Ray were walking back into their apartment, Jordan found that he had many questions to think about. For one thing, who were the Hellions? Could he learn to control his power and someday be like one of those “supers” the Hellion seemed to be scared of? There was only one thing that seemed certain to him; the one emotion that could unlock his powers, was anger…


To be continued…

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My 50's:
Fiya Man: Fiya/ Fiya/ Flame Blaster -Protector
Ethros: Dark/Dark/Dark Defender - Protector
Ja-Ja: Fire/Kin/Earth Controller- Protector
Shadow Flux: Fortunata
Daily Forecast: Fire/Storm/Mace Corruptor- Infinity

"XP is for sissies. Real men collect debt." -Adelie

@Gammos