It's a very nice start, and I find it quite interesting. There are a few typo/grammatical improvements ("I" should always be capitalised, for example) which will make it a little easier to read. I assume you copy/pasted it from somewhere since the lines break in strange places, but that's easily fixed.
Aside from those technical points, my main point of advice would be the standard admonition to fiction writers- "Show, don't tell". If you do this, the reader gets to experience the story through the character, rather than being told what's happening. I think it works especially well when you're using first person narrative like this.
Taking the first paragraph as an example, I really like the opening phrase, but you could make it much more dramatic and gripping by adding more description.
Where you have "I arise in a burnt, smoking room", I would recommend describing it more fully at that point, so that the reader can build up an image straight away. At the moment, we don't know it's a lab until a little later on.
Finding the bodies could also be expanded. Instead of saying "the horror of my co-workers lying dead on the floor" I personally might describe finding one unrecognisable body, and perhaps something small and identifying survived- a partially melted nametag, or a recognisable ring, for example- and give that one co-worker a name so it becomes personal to the reader as well as to the character, then describe the character gradually realising there are other bodies. The key point here is to describe it enough that the reader thinks it's horrific, instead of simply being told that it is.
This seems to be a very important moment for the story, so you really can make a pretty big deal of it.
You do have some good descriptive phrases in this already, if you expand those critical moments so that the reader can experience it more, this could be really good. I would be pretty interested in reading more.
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Hiya guys, i wrote a story for my Fire/Fire blaster Night Rain ages ago, i thought i'd post the story if you wouldnt mind reading and adding comments.
I'll put the story in black incase anyone has trouble reading the blue,
Thanks.
As the orange haze from urban city street lights creeps its way into my eyes, i arise in a burnt, smoking room
to find the horror of my co-workers lying dead on the floor, whats left of them that is... they all look the same, black charred skin, lifeless on the floor.
I'm violently sick, how could such a disgusting thing ever happen?
How did i survive?
As i look around i see nothing but broken glass, chemical bottles smashed and burnt everywhere, the lab is devastated.
I'm a little worse for wear but apart from some cuts caused by shards of glass i seem to be...ok.
As i rise to my feet to look around the room, i am overcome by a wave of nausea,
'Plasmatic Mutagent Gemone' The last thing i see on the label a bottle lying near the old lab before i fall to the scorched ground and pass out.
I wake up in Paragon City hospital, im told that ive been...mutated. At first i felt like crying in despair, why me? Mutated how, whats different? I look
all the same, but strangely it felt good, the power, my sadness of my co-workers turned into rage, i felt my hands searing with heat,
everything around me starts to smolder and melt, what is happening to me!? The nurse at my bedside runs out screaming for someone to come and help,
im getting really scared now, WHAT IS GOING ON!! Everyone is shouting and screaming, the noise of it all is deafening me, the fire alarms start
to go off, how am i causing this? This just isnt possible... My hands start to burst into small intense flames, i had to get outside, now!!
As im running to the exit im just getting hotter and hotter, hopefully the dark night sky can hide me from everyone else, im blazing,
as the fleeting image of people running away from the hospital scatters across my eyes, i erupt in a huge inferno, fire obliterates everything around me,
cars, benches, trees, grass, railings.
I collapse on the ground with sheer exhaustion, the sound of police and fier engines are the last thing i hear
along with embers and flames rain from the night sky hissing as they hit the frigid damp ground.
My new life has just started.