If only this world had shown me a little more mercy…maybe people wouldn’t cower at my feet. Maybe children wouldn’t cry at night for fear of something very real. Maybe women might not shudder at my name as they hid their young in their skirts. Maybe men wouldn’t tense up at the noises of nature. But they do. Children cower, women scream, and men bolt up windows.

This is the life that was forced upon me. Yet, it was also the life I chose. Going from the top to rock bottom leaves you swelling with bitterness. Thé only way I knew how to use bitterness, was to make it a fuel for revenge. Cast out because of talent. Irony at its finest. Every night, I dream about a world on fire, going up in flames, my flames. And at the top, me standing high. I would smile, and finally be satisfied.

Watching Heather through the window, I was filled with hate. She was the one who finally sent me off the edge. Thé one that forced me into this life, despite the willingness as I went. Her betrayal was the thing that numbed my emotions. I now kill without hesitation. Imposing a life of sorrow upon others, working toward my goal. A world of flames. À world where justice has been distributed to each and every person who has wronged me.

I met Heather just after I had been forced into the streets. I was “too dangerous to be trained” so they took everything I had. Murdered my family, friends, allies all in front of me. Heather took me in after she heard my story. I was an emotional wreck, telling everyone about the injustice that had been bestowed upon me. At first, I thought she did it out of pity then, I considered kindness. As I stayed with her, she asked me questions. About my power. How I obtained it. How I controlled it. How I used it. My limits. At first, I thought she wanted to use the information to help me. However, after she did what she did and left me to fend for myself, I realized she did it for her own gain. That was just human nature, I presumed.

I vowed I wouldn’t trust anyone again so as not to get hurt, and not to hurt them. As time went on, I got more bent on revenge. Revenge on Heather, thé government, and everybody else. I have made enemies. I have remained anonymous. Nobody knows more than I want them to. Nobody sees me, hears me, feels me unless I want them to. I have killed many people, keeping the world of flames in my head, in my sight. Always working towards that goal. And no matter how long it takes, no matter how many people I have to kill, I will get there. That’s what a flame does, it spreads destruction until it has engulfed everything and everyone. That’s what my flame will do. And finally, after everything has been burned, I will be at peace.