He came back to reality when he started thinking about how much his parents would enjoy this. He was about to call them, but then he remembered that they were dead. He scanned the area again and noticed a person standing about half a mile in front of him. Mike rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. The stranger started walking towards him.

"Who are you?" he asked.

The person stayed silent as they kept walking forward. Mike forced himself to stay glued to the spot and to not show fear by running. When the stranger was standing directly in front of him, he could easily make out the features of this man. He had wavy blonde hair exactly like Mike's. He had blue eyes and light skin. The man smiled warmly.

"It's good to see you again after all these years," he said.

"Who are you?" Mike asked again.

"I thought for sure you'd recognize me. I'm your father," the man answered.

"No, you're not. My parents are dead," he pointed out.

As much as he didn't want to believe this weirdo, something told him that he was telling the truth. The man smiled evilly.

"I know. I killed them," he said.
Mike gasped and moved back a little.
"N-no, you're lying," he said, shaking his head.

"What would I have to gain by lying? I want you to join me," the stranger commented.

"Why would I do that?" he asked.

"I know you want to become great, to be a legend written in school textbooks, taught to every child all through their education. I know because I want the same thing. Join me and we'll become legends together," the man explained.

Mike knew what he was saying was true, which creeped him out a little. Maybe this guy really was his biological father. Still, he murdered his adopted parents. If he wanted to see him again, why didn't he just stop by for coffee or send a letter to meet somewhere? Mike knew there was something wrong with this guy.

"How would we accomplish this?" he asked.

"By teaching the world to fear us," his father replied with a smirk.

"You mean by killing innocent people?"
"No, not innocent. Only those that defy us."

"Thanks, but no thanks. I don't want to become a murderer," Mike said as he turned around to leave.

His father ran in front of him. His skin suddenly turned darker, as if a shadow had fallen over him.

"You're not the only one with powers," he stated as electricity started sparking from his arms.

Scrap. Not good.

"You see, our powers combined would bring fear to those around us. We could create an electrical firestorm!" his dad said loudly.

"No, I won't do it. You won't change my mind," Mike told him.

He sighed.

"I suppose this is my fault," his dad said as he returned to normal.

"I should've kept you. After your mother died, I gave you away. I see now that it was a mistake. I hate to do this, but if I can't convince you, I'll just have to kill you. I'm sorry, son," he finished.

Mike felt anger boiling within him. He focused and was able to catch his arms on fire.

"I'm not going down without a fight. I won't let you kill innocent people and take control of the world," he said.

His dad smirked.

"Not here, not now. Tomorrow afternoon, meet me on 555 California Street. That is, if you have the guts to," he said before walking away.

Well, I guess I really have to work hard to master my powers, now. If I can light my arms on fire, could I light my whole body, too?

Mike felt the heat from his arms fade. He attempted to become a living fire man many times for an hour and a half, but the best he got was only his arms. He gave up and worked on focusing only on his hands so that he could create flaming weapons, if that was even possible. He was able to create a ball of fire that can be thrown. He repeated this action many times so he could do it easily. Every time he was successful, he would throw the ball of fire into the nearby lake to extinguish it. Soon, after another hour, he was able to do it with no trouble at all.

Out of curiosity, he decided to look in the lake to see if anything was left behind when a ball of fire ws put out. There was nothing, Mike concluded. It was purely fire. He then decided to actually start his movie since he didn't want his uncle finding out about what happened. He spent two more hours in nature, switching between being active and just relaxing. He knew he had a big day tomorrow and was actually terrified, though he tried not to show it in front of his father.

Everyone knows water puts out fire. I hope there's no water on 555 California Street. What is electricity's weakness, though?

Mike started back to his uncle's house as the sun started to set. By the time he got back, it was almost dark.

"Hey, kiddo. You were out a long time. Did you get a lot done?" William asked as he entered the house.
"Yeah, though I don't have a name yet," Mike replied.

"Well, what's it about?" his uncle asked.
"A fireman," he answered off the top of his head.

"Hm. How about The Tale of the Fiery Shaman then?" William suggested.

Mike thought about it for a moment. It was certainly very creative. It would spark his curiosity, so hopefully it would make other people curious as well.

"I like it," he stated with a smile.

"We should go out to eat tonight," his uncle suggested.

"Is there even anything open this late?" Mike asked.
William smiled knowingly.

"I know of only one place. King Burger, the home of the 100-pound burger nicknamed after the business itself," he replied.

"Awesome! I haven't eaten a good burger in a long time," Mike said excitedly.

"You won't want to stop eating this one. Come on, I'll take you there," his uncle said as he went for the door.

Mike followed. At the restaurant, they shared a King Burger and they still weren't able to finish it. They took the leftovers home. They got cleaned up and ready for bed before saying goodnight.