Sparks flew high in the air, glowing timber beams giving with mighty grating groans. Suffocating smoke in hazy tendrils swathed the burning apartment complex in thick rolling waves. Coughing, a young teenage girl darted down a smoldering hallway. A loud cacophony of booming echoed in the distance, red light flashing in the distance and rushing towards her. Through the burning window of the seventh floor window, she silently washed in despair as the wave grew closer. The flames burning closer and singing her clothes, singing her hair and the smoke clogged her throat and lungs.

The roaring flames crackled louder than ever and suddenly the flash of light was slamming into her, pushing her back into the flames. Mouth opening in agony, eyes clenching tight, she was crashed into the flaming floor boards. With another mighty groan on impact, the wood floors broke as concrete gave way. And suddenly she was falling. Falling. Falling.

Fire burning her and swirling in a vortex as the lingering red light seemed to swirl in with it. Burning burning burning. She couldn't breathe, couldn't scream and suddenly there were voices. Eyes flickering open briefly she saw a group of people, she couldn't make them out. The fire was too intense, filtering down her throat, flowing from her hair, in that moment she WAS the fire.

And then there was darkness.

4 Months later.

Central City, 5:00 A.M.

The loud beeping of machines were what awoke her, dark honey colored eyes flickering open. Despite the reprieve of darkness, the coma had done her no justice for sleep. Small purple bruising crescents rested beneath her eyes, dirty blonde lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she came too.

With a soft moan, the beeping sped up. What the hell was that beeping? Where was she? This time her eyes finally opened and stayed open as her last memory slammed into her.

Flesh burning, smoke choking the oxygen from her lungs. Fire coming closer closer closer. Gasping she sat up, hands touching her throat as she wildly looked around with a frantic gaze. A tugging sensation became apparent, with a wince she turned her head quickly to look at her hand, an IV was shoved into her hand.

Attempting to swallow a coughing fit suddenly came on from the dryness of her throat. Hacking and coughing, Samantha reached out trembling hands for the jug of water on the tray next to the hospital bed. Opening it she gulped down the water, unaware of the steam beginning to rise from her skin. The water bubbling and boiling as the plastic container began to warp with the shape of her hands pressed into it. Suddenly an alarm blared, the blanket singing as the water sprinklers turned on.

Yelping, she threw the water pitcher. Looking up with wide eyes Sam froze to see her skin was glowing, the outline of her veins and bones apparent. Reaching out she kicked the blankets off and grabbed the metal railing only to have the metal give a loud hiss and bend. Tears hot as magma dripped as panic caught her hard in the chest, what was happening?

Flashbacks of the apparently hit her rapidly. Samantha had been playing with the cat, Buttercup as she called him, when the smoke alarm went off. Her father must've burned something again. So in an effort to make sure her absent minded father didn't burn down the complex, she'd run in there only to trip on a rug. Her soft copper colored hair falling in her face.

"Oomph!" She cried out, as her hand reached for the counter to balance herself. On accident she had grabbed the counter and ended up knocking the container of lard off balance. Immediate some of the partially melted substance was caught aflame from the gas range, and then the fire had spread.

"DAD! DAD HELP!" She'd cried, eyes wide as she tried to grab a rag and stop the flame, not acknowledging the fact that it was an oil fire. She'd need something to stop it, not water, as that would spread. The fire roared up, hungrily pouncing like a beast as it caught the kitchen window curtains on fire.

Twisting around she snarled in fear as she ripped out the IV and sticky tab substances that stuck to her. Fuck those, who needed those anyways? Twisting she ran from the room, panic enveloping her as people darted out of the way. Shock and no small amount of anger covered their features, someone screamed about a 'dangerous meta-human'.

"Meta-human, where?" She asked in alarm, the heat stifling as it continued to build and in her panic she grabbed a fleeing orderly's arm. The shriek of pain from the man had her yanking her hand back, only to stare in horror at the third degree burns on the man's wrist. Hyperventilating only made the heat and the panic worse, but she couldn't stop.

Running through the halls she managed to get out and kept running, thankful that they had put in her in a gown that actually closed and a pair of scrub bottoms. Sprinting full out she ignored the way that the concrete bubbled and hissed, tried to ignore the people fleeing in alarm, and most of all tried not to think of the way that man had screamed when she'd touched him.

All she could think of what that she'd become the fire that had destroyed her home. Sobbing, the young woman kept running until her feet began to bleed and the fire tapered down to a nothing. The summer air was humid and only made her feel sick, it made her feel like the very water in the air was suffocating her more than it had before she'd become like this.

Become a monster.

Hiding in the alley, she tucked down and wrapped her arms around herself, breathing harshly she tried to ignore the way that small sparks flew from her mouth. Turning a blind eye to the heatwaves in the alley way that were only partially from the natural elements.

What happened to me? She thought as she tried to calm down. With a shaky breath, her head thumped back against the bricks as she tried to think logically.

"O-okay...so...so...I'm a Meta-human now...this is not good.." Samantha muttered, fully aware that Meta-kids tended to be a danger to not only themselves but also society since they couldn't control their abilities. Frowning in consternation she tried to think logically.

If her dad had survived he would've been there at the hospital...unless he knew she was a meta now. The man despised meta's like no ones business. Sighing, Samantha closed her eyes and brought her knees up to her chest. Pressing her face into her knees she tried to think of what she should do, she couldn't get a job as she was only fourteen. You kinda needed to have a way to get to the job and be old enough for said job. Frowning, Sam hesitated. Her older brother, Malcolm, had taught her some basics like lock picking and using the five finger discount. But she really shouldn't steal...

A quiet voice whispered in her ear, "what choice do you have? Steal for food or die." Eyes hardening from a soft honey to a dark whiskey, Sam slowly pushed herself up weakly and nodded. She didn't have to like it, she just had to survive.

"Great, now I'm talking about making myself into a low tier supervillian." She muttered quietly, refusing to even note that she was also talking to herself. She wasn't crazy and she wasn't evil, she was just in a do-or-die scenario. Desperate times called for even more desperate measures.

Frowning in consternation, Sam glanced down to her hands and hesitantly tried to make them glow that red and gold color again. Nothing. Scowling, she tried it again, concentrating so hard that her brow furrowed and veins appeared at her temples.

"Oh come on!" She muttered, if she was going to do this she needed to learn how to control this so that no one else... Breathing picking up she shook her head to ward off the thoughts, she would deal with that later.

Turning to look out at the dark street, lit solely by street lights, she sucked in a breath and slowly stepped forward. Do-or-die right? She had to not feel guilty about this, she'd survive until she figured out her next step. Whatever that was.

AN:

Hey ya'll! Let me know what ya'll think about this character, kinda had an idea for a new OC, someone will a little more sass, less damsel, and more of the villainous type.

I'm excited to hear any thoughts, ideas, feedback, whatever ya'll wanna throw my way. :)

~D.R. Out