Fire:Prologue A young boy on his way home from school. A van. A small group of people are in the van. One stops counting sheep and looks at the window. Another opens a door and grabs the boys arm. Let go, let go, the boy screams. But the man does not let go. Another man grabs the boy and drags him back into the van. The Man Who Cannot Touch. He hit the boy and he falls down. The next thing the boy can remember is a needle and a metal bottle. The boy awakens the next day in his bed, completely unaware of any change. How wrong he was. That Night. A candle and a spark are alive in his arm and a hound of blaze runs the room. soon the furniture is alight and the boy yells to his family. The last thing he sees is a flame, glass and a field. Sunrise. The boy is in hospital with a red limb and tubes in him. 1 month says the calendar. And to the doctor the boy asks on his mother. Oh, that poor boy. If only he knew then. Maybe none of this could have happened.
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