Sirens echoed in the distance, but the roar of the fire drowned them out. Right in the heart of Manhattan, the six-story building burned as if the sky itself wanted to swallow it whole.
Black columns of smoke climbed into the warm midday air, while onlookers crowded the sidewalks, filming everything on their phones. The heat was almost tangible even from the street: a suffocating breath filled with ash and the smell of charred wood.
Inside, desperation ruled. Muffled screams, creaking beams on the verge of collapse, and the cries of people trying to escape formed a symphony of chaos.
In a hallway on the fourth floor, a woman panted as she ran, carrying a small child in her arms while another clung to her skirt. She coughed nonstop; her eyes, stinging from the smoke, barely stayed open.
The fire had them cornered. Or so it seemed… until suddenly, the flames began to vanish. First from the ceiling, then the walls. The temperature dropped a few degrees, and the air felt lighter. She skidded to a stop, incredulous, while the children stared at her, confused.
"Mom…" murmured the older child, staring at the now fire-free hallway.
The smoke still made visibility difficult, but the fire had stopped spreading. She tried to run again, searching for an exit. But debris blocked the way: chunks of plaster, burnt beams, and charred furniture barred their path. The stairs were impassable. Her breath came in fast, shallow gasps, and she clutched her children tightly.
A sharp sound made her turn. Above them, part of the ceiling began to give way. She shut her eyes instinctively, shielding the children, bracing for the impact… which never came.
The air heated up—but it didn't burn. She opened her eyes.
He was there.
A figure of pure fire and molten rock rose from the smoke. His body was a human silhouette wreathed in dancing flames, but it wasn't an uncontrolled blaze: the heat seemed to breathe with him, swirling around as if it obeyed his will. The hallway flames disappeared, absorbed into him like he was devouring them. Midday light streamed through the broken windows, glinting off his incandescent skin, casting an aura impossible to describe.
He lifted a hand, and the air began to whirl. A tornado of fire formed around him, enveloping the family—but not touching them. The warmth brushed against them like a comforting blanket. Within seconds, their feet lifted off the ground, floating, supported by the flames.
The woman held her children tightly, terrified yet awestruck. The fiery vortex carried them down the charred hallway, rising along what remained of the staircase. Smoke parted from their path as if afraid to approach him.
The nearest window shattered from the heat. A shaft of sunlight illuminated the scene as the tornado passed through the frame, gently descending to the street. Firefighters, who had barely deployed hoses, froze, watching the flames being consumed from within, absorbed by the fiery figure carrying three people in his glow.
In an instant, the tornado dissipated. The woman and her children landed on the street, trembling but unharmed. She looked up, searching for her savior, but all she saw was a flicker of a burning silhouette diving back into the building, as if the fire itself had taken shape to rescue them.
Sirens from patrol cars and fire trucks filled the air as the curious pressed behind the yellow tape. The six-story building still smoked, though the visible flames seemed… to disappear. No water streams, no foam—yet the orange blaze consuming the windows vanished one by one, as if something were swallowing it.
Firefighters exchanged puzzled glances, helmets tilted back, unable to understand why the fire seemed to extinguish itself. The crowd murmured amid shouts and cries; some recorded on their phones, others were frozen.
Then they saw him.
Through a broken window on the third floor, a fiery figure emerged, wrapped in a spiral of controlled flames. The fire spun around him, tamed, shaped into a vortex that looked more like a protective shield than a threat. Inside floated a man, a woman, and a child, shielded from the heat, eyes wide with terror and disbelief.
The vortex gently descended to the ground, dissipating in a flash of light. Firefighters rushed to assist the family, but when they looked up, the being had vanished among the blackened windows, returning to the building as if no weight could stop him.
"What… what the hell was that?" murmured one officer, unable to take his eyes off the building.
"A mutant?" said another.
"I don't know… but he's saving them."
The crowd buzzed nervously. Some stepped back, fearing the fiery creature; others were frozen in awe.
Seconds later, an orange glow lit the fifth-floor windows. Another figure appeared, flames wrapping around an elderly woman. Her hair was singed, but she was unharmed, trembling as the tornado's warmth kept her aloft.
"Oh my God! It's an angel!" shouted a woman, hands over her mouth.
The fiery being carefully set the woman on the ground and disappeared once more into the building.
Again and again, the scene repeated: each time he appeared, he carried someone from the fire. None of the rescued bore serious burns, nor signs of smoke inhalation.
The fire, once uncontrollable, flowed like an extension of his body.
The crowd went silent, only watching, with helicopters and sirens in the background, as this creature of fire traversed the inferno's walls and returned repeatedly with someone cradled in his arms.
For a moment, the fire seemed never to have existed; the flames were almost entirely gone, absorbed into that living glow.
What began as a disaster in the heart of Manhattan now felt like a miracle.
Metro 6 News
(The camera shows a young curly-haired reporter in front of the destroyed building, her voice energetic and emotional.)
"Good afternoon, New York! Samantha Cruz here on 47th and Broadway, where a devastating fire this morning nearly claimed dozens of lives. What seemed like a tragedy became a miracle thanks to the intervention of… well, we still don't know exactly who or what."
(Home footage plays: the fiery figure descending with the family in the whirlwind. The crowd applauds and cries.)
"What you're seeing is real. This individual, engulfed in flames and controlling them like nothing we've seen before, entered and exited the building at least eight times, rescuing all trapped residents. Firefighters on site confirmed that without him, dozens would have died today."
(The camera focuses on a firefighter, helmet in hand, exhausted.)
"I've never seen anything like it. The fire… vanished. He absorbed it as if it were his own. No one was hurt. He's not a monster; he's a hero," said the squad captain.
"Ladies and gentlemen, in times when the unknown frightens us, New York witnessed a true savior today. Whoever this mysterious 'man of fire' is, the entire city owes him their lives."
(The screen fills with clips of applause, children hugging parents, and citizens holding handmade thank-you signs.)
Marvel News Network
(Scene shifts to a sleek studio with serious graphics. A journalist in a dark suit speaks. Lower-third headline reads: 'MIRACLE OR UNKNOWN THREAT?')
"Today, New York witnessed what is now being called 'The Manhattan Miracle.' Yet beyond the viral footage, authorities have not released an official statement. The individual's identity, intentions, and even nature remain unknown."
(On-screen graphics show silhouettes and theories: "Mutant? Alien? Supernatural Entity?")
"Some experts suggest a meta-human. Others speculate extraterrestrial or spiritual origins. Social media is flooded with debates: is he an anonymous hero or a dangerous phenomenon?"
(A young mother holding her child speaks.)
"He wrapped us in fire… but it didn't burn. It was warm, protective. And then we were outside. I don't know who he is, but I owe him my life."
(The anchor gestures seriously to the camera.)
"One thing is certain: whether human or not, his appearance has changed the landscape. New York has witnessed someone—or something—that doesn't fit any known pattern."
Daily Bugle TV
(Screen darkens. Red Daily Bugle logo appears, followed by J. Jonah Jameson's voice.)
"Wake up, people! While everyone celebrates this… 'flaming thing!'… I'll say what no one wants to admit: WE ARE IN DANGER."
(Footage plays dramatically, highlighting flames and shadows.)
"A 'hero'? Surrounding civilians with fire is heroic? Nobody knows who this guy is, where he came from, or if he even started the fire himself to impress. Think! What better way to gain trust than saving people from a problem YOU caused?"
(Jameson bangs the desk, pointing at the camera.)
"And let's not forget Spider-Man! A vigilante swinging through the city for years, leaving chaos behind. Now another phenomenon appears, more dangerous and destructive. Coincidence? I think not. This reeks of conspiracy.
If we let these 'things' roam freely, the city will burn—literally—before anyone acts."
(On-screen headlines: "HERO OR DESTRUCTIVE WEAPON?" and "SPIDER-MAN: COMPLICIT IN THE CREATURE?")
Cameras moved through crowded streets, microphones extended to random bystanders. News had spread like wildfire: everyone had an opinion, though no one knew the truth.
(A young office worker with sunglasses smiles shyly.)
"I… I think it was incredible. I saw it with my own eyes. That being… that man, whatever he was, went into the fire like nothing. He saved my neighbor and her kids.
If that's not a hero, I don't know what is." She wipes a tear.
(An older man looks suspicious.)
"Hero, huh? How do we know he's not a government experiment? Or one of those mutants hiding among us? Today he saved someone, but tomorrow? What if he loses control? If he can absorb fire, he can ignite it anywhere."
(A teenage girl with headphones speaks defiantly.)
"Leave him alone! Would you rather all those kids be dead? He risked his life and didn't ask for anything. Stop blaming anyone different."
(A middle-aged woman wearing a crucifix, eyes burning.)
"It's the end! Don't you see? 'He who will bring fire upon the earth and purify the sinners' (Luke 12:49). God warned us! That… that thing isn't human—it's a demon sent to announce Judgment Day. Repent before it's too late!!"
(A young businessman shrugs.)
"I don't know what it is, and I don't care as long as it doesn't affect me. Let him play firefighter. Not my problem."
(A man in a cap and team shirt yells.)
"What if he started the fire?! Appears out of nowhere, gets all the glory… sure! If I caused the disaster, I could look like the hero too."
(Finally, a 10-year-old boy, shy but amazed, holds a drawing of the man of fire.)
"He's… my hero! He saved my neighbor and everyone… he wrapped us in fire, but didn't burn us. He got us out fast. I… I want to be brave like him someday. Thanks for saving me and my grandma."
(The boy holds his drawing up to the camera, smiling.)
Opinions collided and intertwined, forming a collective murmur: fear, gratitude, paranoia. Faces flashed across the screen, painting New York as a city unsure whether to fear or revere the strange being who danced among the flames.
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ALRIGHT GUYS, THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY.
I'm experimenting a bit, seeing if some things read better one way or another, trying to make it smoother for you.
I'm thinking of opening a Patreon—what do you think? I could do polls, ships (not necessarily for the protagonist, but yes, including him… maybe even with more than one pairing, though that might feel weird).
That's why there would be votes.
Same goes for erotic scenes… I don't plan to make them, but if votes say yes, they could appear… not too explicit and not too frequent.
We could also share ideas, story suggestions, what you'd like to see, and decisions the protagonist could make.
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