WOOO more ocs!! X reader for this one shall be made! (Then Jinbop. More. Must have more.)

3rd person

Loud laughing sounded threw the forest. A boy screaming at nothing. Or was it at the small fire in his hands? He laughed, "WE'LL SEE HOW THEY REACT WHEN THEY FIND EVERYONE DEAD!" His eyes were a dark orange, but suddenly became yellow. "N-no, I could n-never...do that..." The became orange, "BUT THEY DESERVE IT!" He continued to argue with himself. Every word bringing him closer to snapping. He dropped the lame into the fire. A simple pile of sticks. People were tied to trees around him, gagged. They all begged him not to do it. "You all laughed." He hissed, glaring at the ground. With a smirk, he spun around, a red flame appearing in his hand. It flickered, changing from red, to orange, to yellow. "You all called me many things. Like weak." He stood in the center of them all. "Tell me, is this weak?" He slammed the flame to the ground. It shook and cracked, lava bubbling out. Everyone screamed. It pooled around his orange shoes, but did nothing. He laughed psychotically, "NO YOU'LL ALL DIE!"

A boy sat on a bench. His orange hair brushed upwards and towards the left on one side, that part a bright yellow. His orange hoodie had red ends, fitting him nicely. His yellow and red pants covered his orange shoes slightly, hiding the yellow and red laces. His bright orange-ish yellow eyes showed sorrow. "Hey, look everyone! The Wildfire's back!" A kid yelled, "Time for his daily 'fun' time!"  A crowd gathered. The boy sat still, looking down, and not speaking. The one who talked, walked forward, cracking his knuckles along the way. "You're just a wildfire, you need to be extinguished!" He threw a punch, hitting the boy in his eye. The boy fell off the place he sat, yelping in pain. The bully grabbed him, yanking him up by his shirt. The ground laughed as he repeatedly punched the boy. He didn't fight back, he didn't struggle, he just...let it happen.

The boy cackled, seemingly taking control of the lava. It raised in the air, and with a flick of his wrist, shot at the nearest person. The girl it hit screamed. Her skin melted, her blood boiling. He examined how her eyes turned to a liquid, giggling at it. "And too think I liked you!" He cackled again. Fire surrounded his hands as he walked to his next victim. The poor boy screamed he drew near. The enraged boy wrapped his hands around his neck, burning the flesh.

They left the orange headed boy, leaving him too bleed and cry. He looked at the bruises all over his body. Why? He asked himself this everyday. Why would they do this? Because he was different. He didn't talk. He didn't make eye contact. He avoided everyone. And he dressed different. So what? He never did anything to them. His eyes narrowed at a cut on his arm. If only they knew what he really was. They wouldn't laugh them. The would scream in fright. His hands started to feel the familiar hotness, his eyes turned a crimson red.  Rage boiled his blood. He snickered to himself, a smirk curling his features. They need to be taught who's really weak. And who's really strong. His skin bubbled where the cuts and marks were. They healed, stopping. He got up. He pulled out his yellow and gloves, starring at the orange and red flame designs. He slipped them on, pulling out a piece of black cloth. It stood out from his outfit. The dark color against the bright ones. He tied it around his head, covering his mouth. "Time for the game." He hissed.

The same black cloth rested around his neck, showing his crazed grin. His eye twitched, turning a darker shade of red. He looked around at the remaining people. "Who's next!?" They all screamed, crying. He starred at the 'campfire'. A smirk appeared on his lips, he grabbed a stick, the tip holding the fire. He walked to the one who caused this. The one who bullied him. -The main one anyways-. He smirked starring into his horror filled eyes. "This is your fault." He whispered, "I tried being normal. But no, you had to ruin it. You had to let me out." He ripped the gag off, shoving the flame engulfed stick down his throat. The boy screamed in pain, choking and burning. The flame colored boy made flames wrap around his body, and soon, he was burned to a crisp. His screams died down a while ago. Sirens and dogs barking sounded in the distance. "Aw, done already?" He sighed. "That;s fine though, I heard it's pretty hard to stop a wildfire, so you'll all be fine!" Fine. Also known as, well, dead. The fire in the center turned blue, the fire exploding into a huge fire, flames spread everywhere, killing the remaining people. Flames licked at the boys feet, but did no damage. He giggled, smiling at his work. "Wildfire. I like that. It suits me well....haha....now that I'm out, might as well have some more fun!" He held out his hands, blue flames bursting from it.