An End and a Beginning. (N)

[Blaze]

To say that Blaze was nervous would be understating the obvious. Blaze was beyond nervous and for good reason. He was standing in his employer's office, while his boss fumbled with papers. He'd be called in after 2 weeks of work, and about 3 or 4 exploding inventions. Not that anyone was really paying attention to how many explosions he caused.

He was hoping that he'd be able to keep a job for more then 2 weeks of work. It seemed he never lasted past the 2 week mark with all of his jobs. He tried different jobs at different businesses but his degree was either: to high for the job or was the wrong degree required. It was really frustrating him that he couldn't get or keep any job that he wanted.

What was worse was that many employers now knew of him, and his so called curse. This made life difficult for him as the amount of willing employers dwindled to near 0 mark. It hurt even worse as everyone knew how bright he was when it came to inventions. All his inventions had merit and the 50/50 chance of exploding when he created them.

He tried and really tried to reduce all the chances of it exploding on him. Nothing seemed to work well, or worked for long. It wouldn't be long before he would get distracted by something or he'd lose something. It was then that his inventions would explode on him, often times with colorful results.

It always resulted with him being in the employer's office being fired as gently as the employer could put it. It would sting much more if he didn't get some sort of severance package after being fired from each job. It helped him get by until his next job that he got. He was going out on a limb to say that he was going without a job for a while. He had practically had jobs in his home city, and quite a few in the surrounding areas. It had been a rough year, but he was more then determined to find one that worked for him.

It didn't matter right now, it didn't change the fact that he was still standing in his current employer's office awaiting judgment. His current employer seemed to have found the papers he was looking for.

[Blaze]

Blaze's employer looked up from his desk after pulling several papers out of a folder labeled severance package agreement. Blaze mentally cringed and sighed while trying to maintain an air of calm. He knew instantly from that he was being fired from his current employment. He had such high hopes that this job was going to be different. It now seemed he was just fooling himself, and was now going down a familiar street.

"Blaze." His employer started. "We both know why you are here. I regretfully dislike where this will be heading. So to prevent further anxiety and distress to both of us, I'd think it'd be easier on both of us if you just sign the papers and save us both a headache." He finished and pushed forth the papers he had been looking for.

"Thank you sir... for at least giving me the chance. I'm sorry for all the trouble my explosive trait has caused you." Blaze said taking the papers and signing them.

It nearly broke Blaze's heart to sign them, and he fought back the tears as he returned the papers back to his now former employer. This felt like one of the saddest days, even though he knew it was inevitably bound to happen sooner or later. He didn't know where he'd go after this job. He had a hard time getting and keeping jobs because of his troubling trait.

"You are welcome Blaze. I hope you find a job where you would be accepted and will excel at. You can pick up your paycheck tomorrow. We'll send you your severance package checks within the week. Farewell Blaze." His former employer stated and gave a dismissal gesture.

Blaze left the room, and started the walk out of the building. He gave everyone a good bye wave, but didn't really stop for anything else. He felt bad enough at the moment, and he didn't want to risk bursting into tears in front of his former co-workers.

[Blaze]

The walk back to his apartment was a long one. It was mostly due to him being sad that made the walk seem longer than it actually was. His apartment building was a few blocks from where he worked. Blaze silently cursed the weather for being clear and sunny. For how dare it try and be nice on a day like today. His movements were showing signs of the dreary nature that clung to him from being fired again. In essence he was becoming a crushed man who was slowly drowning in the seas of sorrow.

By the time he got to his apartment, he was tired and emotionally exhausted by the trip. He quickly checked the mailbox for anything before he went up to his apartment. There was really nothing exciting but bills that needed paying before the end of the month. It was nothing but added gloom to his already gloomy day.

Blaze walked into his apartment which was barren except for a few pieces of well used furniture. He made something to eat and went to watch television. This was going to be the extent of his life besides trying to find a job and worrying about other things. After an hour or so, the television wasn’t really drawing him in anymore. He clicked it off and went for a quick nap on his bed… making a small wish before falling asleep.