This short story is actually canon to my comic and I know I posted these on my Amino but not on Medibang so this'll definetly help clear up questions that happen in the comic.
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Without further ado, i give you smol story! (I also still have to use periods to seperate the text and its annoying that I cant use the enter key to just do that)
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"Alright James, just concentrate on how you want it to form," his father says steadily, holding a small flame in the palm of his hand.
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It curls in smooth wisps, little flickers of flame lift off the sides in synchrony as Tom closes his hand, poinger finger and thumb touching to kill the fire.
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"Urghh," Jamie grunts, shaking his hand frustrated. "How come Diane can do it so easily?"
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"It'll come to you eventually," his father comes over to Jamie, taking him by the shoulder and looking down at him.
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"Is it because she's more like you and I'm not?" Jamie stares at his palms darting his eyes away from his father's.
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Tom feels of sting of sadness for his son. Jamie was reaching his 12th Birthday, but still hadn't managed to get the hang of his fire abilities. Diane caught on so quickly, it was almost natural for her, but Jamie was another story.
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"I can't do it," Jamie flops onto his father's bed face first, his words muffled in irritated murmurs.
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"James don't be upset, everyone learns things at different times in different ways," Thomas sits next to Jamie on the bed, bending down so he can hear him.
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"But Diane makes it look so easy!" Jamie yells into the bedsheets, flailing his arms around angrily.
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"But you're not Diane and she's not you, if we keep practicing you'll get it," Tom reaches to lift Jamie up but his son suddenly stands.
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"NO IT'S BECAUSE I'M NOT A DEMON LIKE YOU!" Jamie shouts pulling away from the bed. "I can't do any of the cool things you and Diane get to do! I wanna go lava surfing with you guys!"
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"James you know you'll get hurt doing that," Tom scrunches his face in a concerned way.
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"IT'S NOT FAIR!" Jamie holds his hands over his head, turning around to slam a bookshelf in anger, in a quick second something catches fire as a plume of fire sprouts from his arms.
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"JAMIE!" His father yells as Jamie looks down at his flaming hands, waving them furiously to douse the fire. He hears a creak behind him as books tumble on his back, and a board on the shelf gives way sending the whole thing down.
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His vision blurred in orange flames, the faint words of his mother running into the room. He thought he felt a sharp pain on his shoulder blade, but he wasn't awake long enough to remember.
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"Jamie? Jamie!" A light push startles him awake. Jamie lifts his eyelids, not seeming to know where he is. "He's awake!"
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Jamie sleepily looks up, his sister is still shaking him, most of her words lost in his thoughts and turned into mumbles. Jamie whinces shifting in his hospital bed, Diane lets go of him biting her nails.
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"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry!" Diane quickly backs up.
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"What happened.." Jamie looks up at the ceiling, white squares lined in neat rows, lights inbetween every other tile.
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"The doctors said you have some burns and bruises, but your skin isn't as fireproof as mine. You have so many burns along your back," Diane comes back to his bed and latches onto his hand. "Dad pulled you out."
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"What else," Jamie shuts his eyes tiredly.
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"They said you had a large gash on your shoulder blade, they stitched it back but they said it'd leave one nasty scar," Diane replied.
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Jamie gives a sigh, taking a slow deep breathe.
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"Are you alright?" Diane leans over Jamie.
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"Ane," Jamie blinks his eyes open. "Do you ever wish you weren't part demon sometimes?"