Spark (11 page)

Last night’s fire had wanted to play. This one was a raging wall of hot fury. Gabriel stood beside Hunter in the shadows of the neighbor’s storage shed and felt the power wash over him.

The entire upstairs of the split-level was consumed, flames blazing through shattered windowpanes. Winterbourne Way was one of those residential neighborhoods that took two weeks to build, where each house had exactly a quarter of an acre of land and everything looked identical.

Except this one would look like a charred mess in the morning.

Three fire trucks lined the road out front, firefighters and EMTs scurrying around in the front yard.

No one was screaming tonight. He couldn’t even hear smoke detectors.

The fire was making him jittery, like the fury was seeping into his skin and begging him to throw a punch or something.

Gabriel jammed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, wishing for his lighter. He’d left everything in the Jeep, not wanting to take the chance of losing something and being tracked back here. Knowing someone was investigating these fires made him cautious.

“What do you think?” he said.

Hunter shifted the reflective coat under his arm. The helmet sat at his feet, reminding Gabriel that he hadn’t saved everyone last night. “There’s a lot of power to this one.”

“No shit. Is anyone trapped?”

Hunter looked at him sideways. “Don’t know. Want to go see?”

Gabriel kept thinking of what Hannah had said about an arsonist. Did that mean someone else could be here, watching this same fire from the shadows, pouring his own desire for destruction into the flames? Another Elemental, maybe?

It felt odd, to consider that he might be sharing the darkness with another guy who shared his affinity for fire.

“There are firefighters in there,” said Hunter.

Gabriel knew that. The fire practically screamed with rage when the water from the hoses hit it. With the amount of fury pouring from the house, he had a strong suspicion that the fire wanted to kill them.

He put out a hand. “Give me the jacket.”

This time, Gabriel was glad for the cloak of smoke and darkness. The girl he’d rescued last night didn’t know he wasn’t a firefighter, but real firemen probably would. He could hear them talking to each other, yelling orders about checking the walls.

He didn’t know what that meant, but he knew to stay the hell out of their way.

He snuck through a back window on the lower level. Not too much fire on this floor, but the smoke was dense. He dropped to his knees so the smoke would stop burning his lungs. Trails of fire came to him right away, proud of the destruction, bragging like those idiots at school who left stink bombs in lockers.

Look. Look what we did.

Gabriel ran a hand through the flames. He’d never felt power like this. Fire always wanted to consume, to destroy, but this . . .

this was different. This fire wanted to level the entire house. To kill everyone in it.

And it wanted Gabriel to help.

Maybe someone else had started this fire, lit a match or poured gasoline. Before last night, he’d never been around a fire set with the sole purpose to cause harm. Flames in a fireplace never carried this kind of anger. When he lit the grill on the back porch, it never showed a desire to do anything more than burn fuel and oxygen. Even his flames in the woods weren’t full of anger, just curiosity gone overboard. Did this fire know the arsonist’s intent? Would it act on it?

He had no idea.

The floors creaked above him, and Gabriel flinched sideways.

He could feel the heat through the ceiling, knew the firemen were trying to clear the house and put out the flames.

The fire didn’t want them here.

It raced away from him, burning up the walls to the ceiling.

“No!” he called.

The fire laughed at him. Don’t just stand there. Help.

He reached up and swiped a band of fire off the ceiling, pulling the flames into his hands to blow them into nothingness.

More fire replaced them immediately.

This would be so much easier with Nick.

The floors creaked again, and he heard the firemen shout to each other. He couldn’t hear the words, but they carried a tone of panic. Gabriel had no idea how long these floors would hold.

Then he heard what they were shouting. “Out! Everybody out!”

Good. They were going. They’d be safe.

The fire raged. Flames tore at the walls, eating at the ceiling.

He had no idea where the flames were coming from, but Gabriel knew they were going to bring the house down with everyone inside.

So he called the fire to him.

It took everything he had and then some. Hunter had to be just outside, feeding him power, because he’d never been able to control a fire of this magnitude on his own. But he appealed to the rage and fury, promising the fire it could bring the house down if those firemen escaped. Promising to help. Promising it would be fucking spectacular.

The flames encircled him the way they had in the woods that night and they were still coming, burning through the walls and throwing choking smoke into the air until Gabriel couldn’t see anything.

But the firefighters were escaping. He could feel the fire’s regret as they poured out the door upstairs.

Gabriel smiled. This fire could bring down the building in a minute. For now, he held the control.

Then he heard the crack. The creak of splitting wood.

And a firefighter was coming through the floor.

Gabriel couldn’t move for a moment. At first he lost the man in the smoke, but then he darted forward, feeling burning splinters slice his palm. Then he hit something solid a body. The guy had to have broken a leg or something bodies just didn’t lie like that naturally. His helmet had come off, lost somewhere in the fire, and he was cursing a blue streak. Gabriel almost couldn’t hear him over the roar of flames.

Especially when the fire abandoned Gabriel and attacked the man on the ground.

Gabriel had once watched this documentary in science class or something, where there’d been a dead animal lying in the woods, and they sped up the film to show the insects attacking and devouring the animal.

That’s what this fire looked like.

He swiped at the man’s coat, flinging fire away. He smacked hard to kill the flames, trying to use his ability to drive the fire off into the darkness. He had no idea if these coats could really burn, but this didn’t seem like the time to find out.

The guy was shouting. It took Gabriel a minute to realize he was yelling at him.

“The floor’s gonna fall! Get to a doorway!”

Gabriel looked up. The ceiling was a blanket of flame.

Shit. He hooked his arms under the fireman’s and started to pull. His jeans were on fire; flames bit against his leg.

Christ, this guy weighed a ton, what with the gear and the oxygen tanks. He was trying to help, though, pushing with his good leg, but it was slow going.

“Tell them,” the guy gasped. “Tell them we’re coming through the back.”

Gabriel gave another good yank that bought them three feet.

Maybe the guy had hit his head. Tell them? Tell who?

“Tell them!”

Gabriel could see blisters on the guy’s face. Just how hot was it down here?

“Damn it, man, get on the radio before they send more guys in here.”

The radio.

“Not working,” Gabriel said, coughing through the smoke.

“Come on. Almost there.”

Sure, Hunter could help when there was a forty-pound kid to carry. Three hundred pounds of firefighter and equipment, not so much.

Fire was raining from the ceiling now. It stung Gabriel’s cheeks, protesting their escape. He wasn’t entirely sure he was dragging the guy in the right direction, but he was pretty sure the door was straight back.

“Just get out,” the guy coughed. His efforts to help were lack-ing strength now. “Get out of here before the floor falls.”

Gabriel grunted and dragged. Sweat was streaking down his face, and he was terrified the back door wouldn’t be there when they hit the wall. The flames were too thick to see anything.

“How about less talking and more pushing.”

The fireman gave a solid shove, and Gabriel had to adjust his grip. He almost dropped him, and the guy cried out.

Gabriel thought of Nick breaking his leg last weekend. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m ”

“Just go! ”

Gabriel pulled.

And then he had help. He didn’t know where they’d come from, but two firefighters were beside him, dragging them through the door that must have been right there, pulling them out of the smoke and flames, getting them into the fresh air.

Someone had a blanket around his shoulders, smacking at the flames on his coat and his legs. Someone else was in his face yelling something about a medic making Gabriel remember that he had only a helmet and a coat. No pants, no oxygen mask, no tanks.

He probably had about fifteen seconds before all these guys realized he wasn’t who he was pretending to be.

“Yeah,” he coughed. “Medic.”

And when the guy turned his head to speak into a radio, Gabriel ran.

Gabriel sat beside Hunter in the front of his Jeep, eating a Big Mac and wondering how he was going to go home looking like this. He couldn’t even walk into a store. If the cops and firemen were looking for an arsonist, a kid walking around with burned clothes might draw a little attention.

“So we need to bring a change of clothes,” said Hunter.

Gabriel gave him a look. “You think?”

“You said they got a good look at you?”

Gabriel shrugged. “I don’t know. I had the helmet on. There was a lot of smoke.”

But he’d bet good money they’d figure it out.

“Did you delete the text I sent you?”

Gabriel nodded. “I’m not an idiot.”

He wondered if Hannah would put it together that he’d run out of the house on the same night a stranger showed up at a fire. She hadn’t come to their house suspecting him of arson she’d just been looking for information.

Right?

He set half the burger on the wrapper. “I need to tell you something.”

Hunter was eating a grilled chicken sandwich. He didn’t even look over. “This is so sudden.”

“Shut up. They think someone is starting these fires.”

Hunter shrugged. “An arsonist. I know.”

Gabriel blinked. “You do? ”

“Sure. It was in the paper. My grandfather mentioned it at dinner. Something about that guy at school having his house targeted.”

Gabriel picked up his soda and took a sip. “He’s a tool.”

Hunter looked over. “You regret pulling his little sister out of that fire?”

“No.” Gabriel hesitated. “I need to tell you something else.”

“Shoot.”

Gabriel told him about the night he’d started the fire in the woods, how he’d lost control. He told him about Hannah, how she’d come to the house tonight, fishing for information.

Hunter didn’t say anything when he was done, just polished off the rest of his sandwich and shoved the wrapper into the bag.

“I couldn’t control it tonight,” said Gabriel. “There was too much. I lost it. That guy could have died.”

“That guy would have died.” Hunter started the ignition. “If we hadn’t been there, he still would have fallen through the ceiling, and he still would have broken his leg, but he would have been dead before anyone could get to him not to mention the rest of them. You want to stop?”

Gabriel hesitated. He did and he didn’t. It was addictive, drowning in fire every night.

And it was helping his control. He was getting stronger; he could feel it. But he eventually would kill someone if he couldn’t manage his element better than this. He was going to get caught.

He looked out the window. “I don’t know,” he ground out.

Hunter fell silent again, pulling his Jeep onto the main road.

But after a while, he glanced over. “Maybe we’re going about this all wrong.”

“What does that mean?”

“You’re a sports guy. You don’t just go out and play a game you practice, right?”

“This isn’t a game, Hunter.”

“Still. Practice makes perfect.”

Perfect. It made Gabriel think of Layne. He pulled his phone out of the center console.

No messages.

He sighed. “So what are you saying? We should go set a house on fire for practice? ”

“No, not a house. We’d start smaller than that.” Hunter glanced away from the road. “My grandparents have an old barn at the back of their property. It’s full of old hay bales, the lawnmower, stuff like that.”

Gabriel stared out at the road. He and Nick used to go down to the beach to set things on fire. Gabriel would always try to drive the fire as high as he could, to incite the flames to burn as much as possible.

He’d never tried to draw flames back, to convince them to settle.

Hunter hit him in the arm. “Come on. Do I really need to convince you to play with fire?”

Gabriel smiled. “No. You don’t.” He paused, noticing they were pulling into the Target parking lot. “Where are we going?”

“You sure can’t go home looking like that. I’ll go in and get you another pair of jeans. You have any cash?”

Gabriel pulled out his wallet and found a twenty.

Hunter shoved it into his pocket and jumped out of the Jeep.

He left it running. “Don’t steal the car,” he called.

Gabriel smiled.

He missed his twin almost to the point it hurt.

But it wasn’t so bad having a friend either.

Michael was waiting on the front porch when Hunter pulled his Jeep up the driveway.

Gabriel swore under his breath. He’d killed time at Hunter’s house, splattering zombies on Xbox again after grabbing a shower. It was after eleven now, and he’d hoped his older brother would be in bed.

“Problem?” said Hunter.

“Stick around. I might need a getaway car.”

“Want backup instead?”

Tempting. Gabriel hesitated.

Michael stood up from the porch chair and came to the top step. The light by the door had been replaced, making his hair shine and keeping his face in darkness. “Get out of the car, Gabriel.”

Hunter hadn’t even put the Jeep in park. “Your call.”

Gabriel heaved a sigh and grabbed the door handle. “Go home. I’m sure as hell not bringing you down with me.”

But when Hunter was backing down the driveway, Gabriel felt very alone facing his brother from the sidewalk.

He set his shoulders and tried to play it easy. “Why’d you wait up? Think Hunter was going to get fresh with me?”

“Where were you?”

Gabriel shrugged. “Grabbed a burger. Hung out.”

Michael was looking at him a little too intensely. “And what did you do last night?”

For a second, Gabriel wondered what his brother would think if he told him the truth.

He wondered how much Michael had guessed already.

“Cut the crap, Michael. What do you want?”

“I want to know if you’re starting these fires.”

The words hit Gabriel like a fist to the face.

That’s what his brother thought? That Gabriel was out deliberately setting fires, purposely killing people?

He almost couldn’t breathe for a second, the feeling of betrayal hit so hard. Just like last night, when Nick had stolen his air. Only Nick hadn’t been accusing him of murder.

That moment of brotherly camaraderie earlier in the evening was completely gone. He’d been so stupid to think Michael could ever be a friend. Gabriel clenched his jaw and moved to walk past him up the steps. “Fuck you.”

His brother caught his arm. “Are you doing this to get back at Becca’s father? Do you want the Guides coming here? Tell me.”

Not just a murderer, but someone who would turn on his family. Gabriel jerked free and shoved him away in one motion.

Michael caught him and spun him around before he could make it through the door. “You were pretty upset when you ran out of here last night. Where did you go?”

Gabriel tried to yank his arm free again, but Michael was working a death grip.

“Let go of me.”

“Damn it, I can’t help you if you won’t talk to me.”

“Help me? Help me?” Gabriel hit him with his free hand, getting in a solid punch before Michael wrestled him against the siding of the house to pin him there.

“Yeah,” Michael said, and his voice was tired. “Help you.”

Gabriel glared at him, struggling, but his brother had six years and a good twenty pounds on him, plus leverage to boot.

Gabriel ground words out. “I’m not doing anything.”

“You don’t sound like you’re not doing anything.”

Life would be so much easier if Michael was an idiot.

Michael narrowed his eyes. “Why are you hanging out with Hunter all of a sudden?”

“What difference does it make?” Gabriel heaved against his brother’s hands, throwing his weight into it.

Michael slammed him back into the house. His head cracked against the siding. Hard.

The porch light sizzled and flared for a brief moment. Gabriel heard his brother’s breath catch.

The sound filled Gabriel with shame and pride all at the same time, a sickening euphoric feeling that gripped his chest and churned his stomach, but let him meet his brother’s eyes.

He gave the electricity a tiny push, making it flare again.

“Don’t screw with me, Michael.”

Michael didn’t move. They stood frozen for an eternal second, until the front door flew open.

Nick, his eyes a little wide, his face a little pale. “Michael. Let him go.”

“Go back in the house,” said Michael. But his hands were already loosening.

Gabriel wrenched free, scraping along the siding until he had some distance from his brothers.

But not enough distance that he couldn’t feel their judgment.

All of a sudden, he didn’t want to stay here. He didn’t want to have to walk past them, to go upstairs and do normal things like brush his teeth and wash his face, knowing that his brothers thought he was out of control. Not just out of control, but a murderer.

He couldn’t look at his twin, didn’t want to find accusation or condemnation or, hell, even pity on his face.

He wanted out of here.

But he had nowhere else to go.

Gabriel took a step forward, throwing the door wide again.

He half expected one of them to stop him, to catch his arm or call his name or something. He was ready to argue, to fight, but silence followed him to the top of the stairs.

He’d never felt so isolated. Christ, by the time he shut his bedroom door and locked it, his throat felt tight.

God, he missed Nick.

Knock, he thought. Knock. I’ll apologize. I’ll explain. Knock.

Nothing. Nothing.

He wanted to burn this whole house to the ground.

Gabriel sat on the floor under his window and pressed his forehead against his knees.

If Layne called now, he’d be such a mess that he’d tell her everything.

He fished the phone out of his pocket, staring at it. Praying for exactly that.

But just like everyone else around him, the phone remained silent.

All night long.