[hr][h1][color=firebrick]Victor Calahan[/color][/h1][hr]


     Victor Calahan stood on the second level of the ferry boat, staring down into the water. His hands gripped the steel railing with unbreakable tenacity and his eyes were wide with fear. For a man made partially out of fire, being surrounded on all four sides by water on a flimsy several ton piece of metal wasn't exactly ideal. What made things worse was the people walking around the upper deck who gawked at his arm like they were cavemen seeing fire for the first time. He felt like some sort of circus freak at a state fair, but his fireproof jacket was packed in his suitcase, which was stowed under the boat. So, his left arm was entirely exposed for what it was. It was the same size and shape as his right, but made entirely of wood, charcoal, and paper, all formed into a human shape. It smoldered just the slightest bit, the inside of it glowing red and a few small flames releasing wisps of smoke into the air. Though the wind blew off of the water, Victor's arm kept him nice and warm. That was one of the very few benefits of his power, he rarely got cold. 

     He looked away from the water, now staring down at the mass of people on the lower deck below. He let his mind wander to distract him from the water. He thought about the school he was going to, what it would look like inside and what he would learn. He wondered if the people there would really be able to help him, or if they were just going to turn him into a living weapon for NEST. That was something that made Victor hesitant about coming to the school, but the possibility of learning to control his power overpowered his skepticism. 

     As he wandered off, he heard a voice close to him. He looked to his left and saw a younger boy standing about six inches from his arm, staring at it with wide eyes. "Woooooah, dude!" the kid said, holding up his phone to take a picture of Victor's arm. "This is going on the Snapchat!" Victor grunted and flexed his left arm. It burst into orange flames, sending the kid stumbling backwards. The back plate of his phone was now melted goo, and as he picked it back up it stuck partially to the ferry boat floor, leaving a rectangular print. 

[color=firebrick]"No photography,"[/color] Victor said to the kid, [color=firebrick]"Now go stare at something else. This exhibit is closed."[/color] The kid ran off, grunting "aw, fuck you, man," under his breath. Several pairs of eyes were staring at Victor now. He shrugged and looked back at the ocean. This, of course, reminded him once more that he was, in fact, on a flimsy piece of plastic and metal surrounded on all sides by deadly churning salt water. His grip on the railing tightened. 

[color=firebrick]"Oh god,"[/color] he mumbled inaudibly, [color=firebrick]"why does this place have to be on an island?"[/color]