If anyone had looked for him they would have found him hidden in a cave, the stone walls keeping everyone safe from his fiery rage.
Jackson didn't know what had cause this anymore, all he knew was that the rage flowed in his veins like molten lava and anyone who heard his cries would have thought it a wounded animal and not a man.
The flame would engulf his body whenever the rage took over, an arm covered in the golden flame reaching towards the nearest flammable object whether it was a dry bit of wood or just a pile of leaves he didn't care as long as he had something to burn.
When not covered In flame, Jack was covered in soot and ash, his chestnut brown hair now a light grey from how much ash had settled in and his clothing was burned at the edges.
Spike tried to give him food as much as he could but he knew that it was foolish to get to Jack when he was like this, while he was angry, Boyfriend or not Spike ran the risk of being burnt to a crisp.
There was only one person who could get Jack to calm down while he was like this.....his little brother Cody and oh....that's what Jack was furious about.
Cody had died.
It had been a brutal, violent, bloody death dealt by a hunters blade and Jack had found them just as Cody had fallen to the ground with blood gushing from his chest and stomach.
Jack had burnt the hunter to a cinder and then held his brother as the boy had taken his final breaths.
That was why Jack was furious.
There was only two people who could control the firebrand who went by the name Jackson Krushnic, those two being Cody Krushnic and Spike.
One was dead and the other was afraid of getting too close as he could and would die should he get too close to Jack's fire.
Spike and Jack both knew that he was being unreasonable not coming out of the cave for so long but Jack couldn't help it, if he didn't have this power...no curse then it wouldn't be happening and all Jack wanted to do was keep people safe from himself....keep them safe from the fire.
Jack would eat, sleep and try to control the rage that boiled deep within him.
He just wished he wasn't a firebrand.
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Angst and Death.
RandomOne shots about mine and my friends RP characters because why not. (I can think of many reasons but lets proceed) Sammy don't kill me for the angst mkay? ((Trigger warnings: Blood, death, gore, Abusive families and partners))
