The vibrant, colorful sparks danced around her fingertips. Carefree laughs escaped from her lips. this was when she was happiest; when she was creating her element. Her eyes shone as she peered into the dark forest to ensure she was alone. It was a futile endevor. She could see nothing not even the dark outlines of trees that surrounded the clearing she was standing in.
No matter she had trekked far enough into the woods she was certain people would not follow. Especially at night. As for nocturnal animals: one look at the sparks that still poured from her fingertips and they would decide they would rather be elsewhere. So she wasn't worried.
Humans were different in that aspect she mused. Unlike animals people were drawn to fire. Embraced it. Reverenced it. Powered their cars with it. Warmed their homes with it. Built a society around it. She was no exception.
'Unless a cold voice from the back of her mind accused. 'You're not really human. I mean who are you kidding? How many people can do what you can? Remember...'No! She didn't want to remember. Flames leaping out of control. Screams of pain. The hurried lies followed by Dad and her rushing out of various towns. 'How many times have you lost control? How many people have you hurt?"Shut up!" her shrill voice cried out as she dropped to her knees.
The familiar tightness started in her chest pulling in the sparks from her finger tips. She clasped her hands to her chest gasping for breath as the pent up energy naturally tried to overwhelm her. 'No! I musn't loose control!' But already she realized she was too far gone. Good thing she had found a clearing big enough to handle the fireworks.