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Grabbing his bike, he jumped on and spun around in a single movement, pedalling with all his might past the house, past the cars, past the men in uniform screaming for him to вЂњStop! Stand down! You have the right to remain silent-вЂќ Spinning around, he ran for the remains of the back door, swinging the bag on his back as he kicked it open. Sharply looking up at the sound of doors banging, he recognised the blue and red flashing lights through the haze. Guess it just took him exploding to do so. He always swore to himself that heвЂ™d run away. Reaching underneath, the blond sent a wave of heat to snap the floorboards and pulled out the slightly-singed-but-otherwise-intact backpack from underneath. Picking up his pace, Jim quickly marched over to the semi-collapsed wrought iron bed and fell to his knees.

But what he did know, was that heвЂ™d be arrested on sight if he was found. Whether police cars, ambulances, fire brigades, or all three, he didnвЂ™t know. Stepping into the room, he distantly noticed that the sound of sirens was getting closer and closer. It fell to the floor with a resounding *crack* and he was momentarily overwhelmed by the pure heat that rose as a result. Stopping outside his ( burned) bedroom, he gently reached up and pushed at the door. He could still smell the acrid scent of burning flesh. Jim blinked once more, and then slowly began walking through the burning wreckage, the flames licking at his clothes and almost caressing his skin, but no marks were left upon him. Not even a single article of charred clothing remained. Glancing down, he stared at the pile of ashes by his feet. It seemed only seconds ago that his stepfather had been standing in front of him screaming.

The same flames that simmered in his hands and spluttered at the ends of his fingers.Д«lack dust and cinders hung in the air and invaded his lungs, the sound of shattering glass and creaking beams still ringing in his ears, the beginnings of sirens echoing in the distance. The floor was still smoking, golden embers flickering in the night breeze. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 111470 Chapters: 46/? Comments: 792 Kudos: 1409 Bookmarks: 281 Hits: 26127ДЄround him, ash drifted through the air like charcoal-coloured snow, and he felt an odd sense of serenity as he gazed at the crumbling walls and the blackened charred wood smouldering on either side of him.

Mirror Khan Noonien Singh (Original Series).

Khan Noonien Singh (Star Trek: The Original Series).

Khan Noonien Singh (Star Trek - All Media Types).

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Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies).