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Shout my name! (Part 3)

"The hell is this?" Scott complained loudly. But before either of them could elaborate on further, the door was blown back, flames and plumes of smoke followed it in. The door, propelled by some unseen explosion, slammed into Scott and sent him reeling backwards in a full tumble, right over his bed. With great effort, a healthy amount of curses, and strained grunts, he pulled himself up.

Scott began to cough pre-emptively as the smoke quickly filled the room, the following embers touched his get-well bouquet, causing it to catch on fire. The smoke quickly flooded the room as the fires raged closer to his doorway. Still coughing, he quickly realized his throat was only mildly dry, the same as it was when he awoke. Was smoke actually safe to breathe? 

'That doesn't sound right..'

As his eyes caught up to his thoughts he noticed a bright iridescent sheen over his body.

"Mine power would not be so impressive if mine partner could fall to mere breathlessness, no?" The Starheart said. "I've managed thine body this long, helping thou to breathe is no extra feat."

Scott nodded. "Thanks." He said, making a mental note to ask about his body in detail later. If this 'Starheart' was actually some weird alien attached to his spine this deal would quickly get worse, if that was true what would he do? No idea.

Just barely managing to make it to the door, he stares out into the hallway, using both arms to prop himself up in the doorway. Admittedly, it was a very sad state for a supposed 'superhero' to be in. Even with the support of this other being, his body was in no state to be fighting, his chest ached, his head pounded against his skull, and his leg throbbed like crazy. He briefly wondered just how long he was supposed to sleep.

'I'll just have to make this work.' He thought, clenching his teeth through labored breaths.

The fire raged, claiming the entire floor, it wouldn't be wrong to call it an inferno. Looking to the ceiling, several tiles were scorched black from the rising flames, the sprinklers had gone off, but some of them had been burnt off by something, and the remaining ones just weren't helping enough.

Scott brought his fist to his face, to speak into the ring. "Hey uh, Starheart, what can we do about this fire? Can we shoot water?"

"Water? I believe that is too advanced for thine current self. But remember this. Anything thine imagines, as long as thou believes, it shall become true. Willpower is thine trigger." It calmly explained.

Scott's brows furrowed and his mouth twisted. 'What a vague thing to say, no examples?' Even so, all he had was what the thing said, and it had to be enough. The green glow around him wasn't exactly sun-bright, but it was enough to bring the attention of the fire starter. At least, what he assumed started all this. 

It looked somewhat like a person, but the skin was largely dark like the hardened rock of a volcano. One of the arms was missing, in its place was a geyser of flame, on its back was a giant hump that left behind a trail of some fiery substance.

As soon as it spotted him it groaned, continuing to mouth guttural sounds at him, even as it wobbled towards him. The head tilted towards him, various spots began to glow and move across the body like a flowing river, then a stream of red-orange 'something' slammed into his chest, blowing him back through the window of his old room.

Scotts' body was blasted right through the wall, his cape fluttered and snapped behind and over him as he shot through the air. He continued to wheel through the sky until he crashed into the ground with a hard thud, his breath left him as he gasped for air in between moans of pain. Murmurs of shock, awe, fear, and surprise surrounded him, as well as the authoritative shouting of what he assumed were police. Another moment for his eyes to adjust and he found his guess was correct, with one worrying detail, the police were also pointing their guns at him.

"Hands up, right now!" One shouted, a few others following with some variation. If he wasn't still reeling from that blast he was sure he'd be scared pantsless, Scott was a bonified newborn hero, a completely normal guy would absolutely be worried here. In his head, that was still him, his hesitation kept him on the ground for just a few seconds longer.

Scott grimaced as he braced himself to get up, before taking the hand of an officer who'd approached him. Half pushing off the ground, half pulling, Scott managed a somewhat graceful rise. But being seen tumbling head over heels was not the best look for his first fight.

"That outfit belong to you?" The man eyed him suspiciously, obviously he recognized this weird costume, which was more than Scott could say. Even though he was the one wearing it.

The officer was an old man, gray hair, bushy beard, and a fair belly, he looked very much like some police chief off his dad's old cop movies; his badge read 'Williams'. Everybody else pointing their guns at him put a sweat down his back, but Williams extending his hand instead of his piece went a long way in Scotts' mind, even as other officers questioned the both of them.

"Does now." He nodded.

"Think you can tell me exactly what's going on in there?" Williams gestured with his head towards the hospital. From the outside it looked like only the first two floors were on fire, with something melting down onto the first floor; his own room was on the second floor, and currently spewing out fire.

"Not so sure myself, but I'll take care of it." Scott said, taking a look around he found what he needed. Naturally, firetrucks had been called in, hospital fire alarms were no joke.

"Hey man, watch it!" One of them tried to fend him off, along with some of the nearby officers joining in to yell at him.

"Relax, this is a win-win, just keep the water on." Scott turned, hefted the hose in his hand, then considered his next move while staring upwards. 'I just need to believe. Is that right?' Taking a few deep breathes, Scott glared at the hole he made. Focusing images, his feelings, he suddenly found himself slowly rising, his feet hanging limply over the ground. He laughed after just rising a couple feet, then stifled it as best he could. Yet, he couldn't stop himself from smiling all the way up.
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