Onyx Nickoli

NOBODY calls him weak. Nobody. He felt his body moving faster than his mind. His body felt... Burning hot! Like... Suddenly somebody screamed exactly what he was thinking.

"He's on fire!" His body was indeed wreathed in flames and he felt incredibly powerful as he moved forward. Then, somebody doused him with water from a water bottle and the flames went out. Now he was just a still pissed off Onyx. He then beat the living hell out of the one who called him weak. Onyx left and went to the bathroom to dry his clothes the best he could. 30 minutes later, he was called to the office. He got chewed out and given detention for a month, but it could have been a lot worse. For some reason the other kids in the room told the principle that bitch #1 came at Onyx first and they had been talking about him and threatening him for a while now. They were probably scared that Onyx was going to hurt them if they snitched on him. The rest of the school day passed by with a lot of stares and whispers. He didn't care. Nobody snitched about the fire. Who would believe them? When his two close friends approached him and demanded details, they seemed to find the whole situation funny. He didn't say anything about fire of course.

After school, he served detention, which included picking up garbage on the school grounds. By the time he got home, he was ready to hole up in his room. But no. His dad called him into the living room with his mom beside him. Onyx sat down and waited. His parents looked as cold and uncaring as usual as they got on to him about the fight. At least LOOK like you're mad… He thought with a sigh. Soon enough, he was able to stalk into his room. He brushed his teeth, took a shower, and crashed on his bed.

When Onyx woke up, his whole being was exhausted. Not just on the outside, but on the inside? What? But it was true. He felt as if he had been completely drained of wanting to get up and do anything. Was it that fire crap…? Wait. The fire. That was real? He did feel warmer today than usual. He pushed out his hand and tried to make fire. His energy was spent... Did that mean energy = fire? With these thoughts on his mind, he forced himself to go to school.

He was exhausted the whole day, but he was pleased to see a heavily bandaged bitch #1. He didn't do his schoolwork, served detention, then decided to go for a walk in the woods. When he stepped off the trail and went farther in, he found something rather alarming. A knife, beside a disturbance in the dirt like somebody or something had been dragged along. He backed away then turned and left. He told nobody, because why should he care?