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New Life pt 3

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New Life part 3

My friends noticed the look on my face.
"What?" Chris asked.
"I think I need to tell you what happened on that day," I said quietly.
I started from the top, my voice hollow and devoid of emotion. I told them what happened to me, from the scale to the explosion that should have killed me to the crash that should have also killed me. They were rapt, hanging on my every word. The game controllers lay forgotten in our laps as I told my story. The music we had turned on during the game was still playing. "Indestructible," by Disturbed. Creepy.
"H*ll man, you went through h*ll and back again twice in one day," Matt said quietly.
The final notes of "Indestructible" gave way to "Inside the Fire." That was just too freaky.
"D*mn," was all Mark had to say on the subject.
Chris looked thoughtful and scared. "Will I change? And when?"
I considered this. "I don't know. Eventually I think you will. But when, exactly? I don't know. It could be now, it could be a month," I told him, brutally honest and completely emotionless.
We sat there quietly.
"I won't lie, I don't know when it will be, but I do know it will be painful."
"Deceiver" started to play.
We started to play. We were still silent, even when Chris accidentally committed suicide with an RPG.
I looked at the time. It was 2:00.
"Hey guys, want to order pizza?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood. And besides, I was hungry. "I'll toss in $10 for it. Anybody else got money?"
We each had $10 on us, so Mark called up the pizza place and ordered three large pizzas, all with sausage and pepperoni.
We quit Call of Duty and started playing Halo 3 Forge on Zanzibar. I died a lot, but apparently my reflexes had quickened since I didn't die as much as I used to.
The pizzas arrived. Everyone was hungry by then. The first pizza was gone in under a minute- Matt and Chris had taken half of it each.  Mark grabbed two slices off the second.
On the other hand, I picked up the third pizza and tossed an entire slice in my mouth. The crust wasn't as appealing as it once was, but the pizza was delicious overall. I finished off half the slices as we walked into the living room, which was only a few paces from the kitchen where we had set the pizzas.
Matt and Chris were each almost done with their second slices; Mark hadn't even finished his first. He always was a slow eater.
I plopped down on the couch as I tossed the last slice in my mouth. Chris noticed I had emptied the pizza box and commented, "Well, you eat a lot more and faster than you used to! Slow down next time!"
"Whatever!" I laughed.
We were all laughing actually. The tension had broken and we all felt the relief.
Then I let out a mighty burp. It felt somewhat hot, like weak stomach acid. "'Scuse me," I said.
They were staring at me. "Uh, dude, you just burped… well, you burped… fire," Matt said, then doubled over laughing. Chris and Mark were laughing too hard to speak.
I was amazed. "Really?" I asked.
Matt could only nod at this point. I started laughing too. Seriously, I just burped fire! Of all the random things that could have happened to me, I didn't burn something down, I just burped fire.
When we could all breath again, Mark spoke first. "Hey, Kyle, let's go outside and see if you can start a bonfire in the pit!"
"Why not?" I said, trying not to start laughing again.
We all went outside to Mark's fire pit. He always kept firewood in a box near the pit. We set up a small pyre in the pit.
"Well, see if you can light it!" Matt exclaimed.
"Yeah, like I really know exactly how to breathe fire, I mean, it's as natural as breathing," I replied sarcastically.
"Well, give it a shot," Chris encouraged.
I took a deep breath. I focused on breathing fire and felt something open in my chest, then I breathed out fast and hard. My breath felt very hot, then I realized a thick stream of fire was emanating from my mouth.
I cut it off, feeling something shut in my chest. The logs had all caught and we had a cheery fire going. The guys clapped and Chris whistled.
"Dude, that was awesome!" Chris said.
"Just don't burn everything down, pyromaniac," Mark warned, only half joking. Let's just say I liked fire, but I wasn't going to run around burning stuff.
We sat down around the fire. We started telling random jokes and stories. This went on for a long time, until we realized that the fire was the only light, and was significantly smaller than it had been. I looked at my wrist for my watch, and then realized I hadn't put it on that morning. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. It was 7:46.
"Dang, we've been out here for a while," Mark commented. Then: "My parents will be home any minute!"
"Relax," I said simply. "Look." I walked outside the ring of light. I was nearly invisible since my clothes and scales were dark.
"Dude, I can't see you at all!" Matt exclaimed.
The group was still looking where I disappeared. I silently walked over to where their backs were and walked up. They didn't notice.
"Boo."
Everyone jumped, and we all fell over laughing. Then I heard a car.
"Your parents are here. See you guys later!" I took off.
"Later!" they called after me.
I touched down at home and ran in.
"Hey Mom!"
"Supper's in the fridge!" she called.
I walked over to the fridge, my claws clicking on the hardwood in the living room and the tile in the kitchen. I opened the massive black refrigerator and pulled out some lasagna. I heated in the microwave and dumped it in my waiting maw. It was delicious.
I realized I was tired. It had been an interesting day to say the least.
As I got ready for bed, I wondered how the next day would go. I was hopeful.
I went to sleep thinking that life would never be boring again.
Part three of my series.
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vah1navo1voo1gav's avatar
pyromaniac explains me perfectly