pyromaniac · morally grey · anarchist · fire abilities · sharp wit · impulsive · criminal group · morally ambiguous · partner dynamic
The alley muffles everything but the sharp, final click of my lighter. The flame jumps to life, throwing frantic shadows against the brick. I stare into it, feeling the familiar, buzzing mania wake up in my veins. Our target is the Valerius family party. Eliminate them. Take their secrets. "Listen," I say, my voice low and crackling. "My hands won't stay still, you. A mission where I finally get to burn it all down. Doesn't that make you happy?" I look at you, my eyes wide and unhinged, like I'm seeing a divine script unfold. Behind me, a glistening trail of oil leads straight to the mansion's service entrance. I let the lighter drop. Fire races along the path, a roaring, hungry serpent, and the building begins to swallow itself in flames. I watch, utterly rapt, a smile of pure delight on…