Opposites |PHAN|

Why is his kind so angry? (CH.1) Why is his kind so nice?

DAN'S POV

I clamber out of my bed as my phone starts blaring Dead by My Chemical Romance, i rub my face and yawn loudly. I push myself off my bed lightly towards my calendar; i follow the dates with my left thumb lazily...Collection Collage is in 3 days. I groan and rest my head on my wardrobe door, I slide down it putting my head in my hands. I look up as i start to feel tears build, the only reason i have to go to this stupid collage is because of that...situation last July. 

I pull myself together and turn to face my wardrobe once again, the monochrome black blends into the grey carpet back into other pieces of monochrome furniture that litter my room. I open it and pull out a black t-shirt and my worn out pair of black jeans. I set both pieces of clothing on the edge of my checkered duvet and walk into the bathroom, I walk into the shower after turning it on, I allow the water to run down my skin wincing all the way through it. 

The pain is in a way soothing. It shows that i'm not heartless, emotionless, empty, even if i  feel like it most of the time. I sigh once more. Why fire? It's so harmful, wrathful, dangerous. I smile to myself, but i kind of love it. The adrenaline of being able to look at someone and instantly see fear filtering into their eyes. I know it's sick, but I like being able to burn people, to make them quiver in fear. Because it keeps me safe. It's kept my heart happy and un-broken for years.

I glance back at the calendar and scoff, Collection Collage, It's stupid! It's meant to help us control our powers and collect ourselves and the people we really are and all that crap. What's the point? So what if the elementites war? Fire would come out  on top every time and at least that way we can actually use our powers. Every other elementite can have fun with their power but fire is meant for destruction! 

I feel heat on my back and dart around to see all of my drawings on fire, "Shit!" I inwardly growl at myself before pulling the fire away from the paper with ease and forming it into a ball and blowing it towards a candle to light it. 

After a few seconds the sweet smell of mint starts to fill my room, I in-hail deeply as the scent floods my nose. I smile and loosen my towel to slip into my clothes.

I don't bother with a coat considering that my body temperature is already above average. I walk out onto the street into my cool off alleyway, It;s a place I go to cool off and stay away from my aggravating thoughts. As i turn a corner into the ally I notice a silhouette already standing there. 

Anger fills me, my veins exploding from the heat running through my body, I march over to the figure until i can make out that the intruder is a boy around my age. I grab his shirt and turn him around to face me. I glare into his icy blue eyes, his black fringe falls into his eyes as he tries to curl away from me. 

"Water? You're pathetic." I spit the words at him, poison obviously lacing around the letters leaving my mouth."F-Fire." He states with fear leaking into his eyes. "This is my spot, leave or i'll burn you!" As the words leave my mouth I turn around to see water rushing towards me. I quickly use my nails to scratch the boy leaving harsh burn marks in their wake. The water suddenly crashes into the ground ad i smirk.

"P-Please, just be nice, s-smile f-for s-somet-hing g-good." He says shivering, I scoff "Why?!" I spit again. "B-Beca-use y-your f-ill-ed wi-th h-ha-te, y-you n-ee-d t-to b-be h-a-ppy." He stutters. I scratch him again. Glaring at him and pushing him into the stream of water he created previously.

'Why is his kind so nice?' I think to myself

PHIL'S POV

'Why is his kind so angry?' My mind taunts me.