Information

Incident_353
Legacy Name: Incident_353

The

Common Experiment #911
Owner:

~~SEVEN_446~~

Age: 15 years, 4 months, 1 week

Born: December 10th, 2008

Adopted: 5 years, 2 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: January 31st, 2019

Statistics

Level: 41
Strength: 47
Defense: 51
Speed: 54
Health: 57
HP: 57/57
Intelligence: 11
Books Read: 11
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

adjective.
likely to happen because of; resulting from.

The first thing that went up in flames was his patience he supposes.

Standing on the farm, looking at the third barn he's taken down in a year, he's frustrated and miserable. It's been years, 21 years, since he's had these abilities, and he still can't control them.

Dirk tells him day in and day out that fire has always been one of the most unpredictable and wildest elements, and Isaiah knows this, he knows this very well. His temper is short, but most days he can be calm and relaxed until one thing just drives him insane. It's ridiculous really, since most days he can't stop himself, and when he snaps he knows he should stop himself, but it doesn't always happen.

So now he's standing beside a smouldering barn and he's not pleased with himself. He wasn't angry, but frustrated with himself would work the best. The random fluctuation in his powers he doesn't understand, but the barn is gone and Dirk is coming up from the house with a weak laugh. There's a pat on his back and a reassurance that everything is fine, but still, he's frustrated.

So he walks away. He knows he shouldn't, knows he should help out Dirk on the farm more but he can't. He has to cool down or he might burn more things down. It's like whenever Dirk and him go to Glen's tattoo parlor, the tattoo artist is determined to drive the young man insane. He's almost caught the place on fire before, with no regrets.

He manages to get himself close to Dirk's brothers farm, knowing Zack isn't home. He stays on the street though, fingers curled into fists as he paces back and forth. Why can't he control this power? Was he meant to be the wild child? Have the power that he can't control? He's alone though, there's no one else like him as far as he knows.Some part of him hopes that there's others, other kids who suffer his same pain, but other days he hopes there's no one else who has to suffer with how frustrated he is.

For now though he runs fingers through his hair, yanking on the strands for a small reminder that he's human and hes still there. When he manages to calm down he feels miserable. He feels run down and useless and he just drops to the ground in the middle of the street and sighs. He needs to learn how to control this and his patience, he knows its nothing good for his future.

Hopefully one day he can cool down.
Hopefully one day he'll know why his ability chose him.