Hey everyone, I'm back from what seemed to be my nervous breakdown. My parents moved about 45 minutes away and I'm now staying with a friend's family. I have the computer hooked up in my room, but no internet (thank the Lord for floppys!).

Anyway, I'll be trying to update my stories ASAP. Thanks for your patience, faithful readers.

A new story is coming your way now, so enjoy! –Jason

Let the Fire Fall

Chapter 1: Midnight Blues

The smell of nicotine hovered in the midnight air as I lit up another cigarette, releasing a breath of smoke into the sky. Smoking is something I would have never even thought of doing, but, you know, these kinds of things change.

I leaned over the balcony, staring blankly at the parade of lights that made up this hell we call Jump City.

I took another puff of the death-stick, as I like to call 'em, sighing deeply. My stereo called from the living room, belting out song after song about a romance turned deadly, or the latest suicidal rampage.

I couldn't say this is the life I wanted to lead. I'm sure somewhere in that unforgiving world was a door unlocked, waiting for me to find it. Though when so many doors get slammed in your face, it's hard to be optimistic.

I soon let the burnt cigarette stub fall from my mouth, and quickly ground it into the cement with my shoe. I walked back into my home sweet home…an old, dark and dirty apartment in the wonderful Downtown district. Oh yeah; home is definitely where the heart is.

I walked lazily to the bathroom, and switched on the small lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. I peered into the cloudy mirror and looked back into my own tired face. I ran my hand across the week-old beard stubble growing on my chin, and noticed the ugly, dark circles enclosing my hollow, worn eyes. My skinny yet athletic frame was covered with a battered, stained tanktop. The only change I felt decent about was my height. I had grown a lot during those last teenage years, hitting the 6 foot 2 mark. Still, I feel I am just a shadow of the young man with the gleaming eyes and pleasant smile.

Suddenly, the phone made itself be heard, ringing shrilly. I moaned angrily; those damn bill collectors would surely be on my case again. After the third ring, I picked it up.


"Hi…um, this is Victor Stone. May I please speak with Mr. Logan?"

I almost dropped the phone, feeling utter shock. Feeling stupid, I regained my composure and put the phone back to my ear.

"I think you have the wrong number."

I held my breath, hoping he would just hang up.

"Gar, stop being an idiot. You know that I know it's you."

I sighed sadly, shaking my head.

"OK, it's me, you caught me. What do you want, Vic? I'm really busy at the moment."

"Bullshit. If you were busy, you wouldn't bother to pick up the phone."

"Dude, whatever. Just cut to the chase."

"What's wrong with you, man? I called because I see how you were."

"I'm sorry, Vic. I've been in a bad way lately."

"I think we all have."

"Yeah, that sounds about right. Anyway, what's going on?"

"I need to meet you. Now. Donnie's Diner."

"Why in the hell are we meeting at midnight?"

"Because shit's goin' down. Bad stuff, man. Listen, just meet me there in 15. I really need to see you there, Gar."

"Fine, I'll be there. Later."


I didn't have the slightest idea what was going on, but I knew it couldn't be rainbows and butterflies. I swung my jacket across my shoulder and turned off the lights, closing the door and entering the cool, foggy night…

Like all puzzles, the pieces will fit together in good time. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter; reviews appreciated.