A/N: This is the best chapter title of all the chapter titles in this story. It's the only one I didn't have to think too hard about, and plus, it's funny!

Mediatorsk: Well, if you don't like short chapters, you're not gonna like this one...

CHAPTER TEN – GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!

Dean knocked hard on Mark Richard's door. He opened it about thirty seconds later.

"Jeez, what's so important-" he started, but Dean stopped him by holding up a fake FBI badge.

"We're federal officers," he said. "We'd like to ask you some questions."

Mark was silent for a minute. "Come in," he finally agreed.

"I don't like this, Dean…" Sam whispered to his brother as they walked through the front door.

Mark Richard led them into his living room. The first thing they noticed was a roaring fire in the hearth nearby. They all sat down warily on the couches.

"So, what would you like to ask me?" Mark asked. His voice had a creepy air to it. He was talking like a monotone Mr. Rodgers.

"Uh, well, as you're probably aware, there have been a series of arson cases in the area over the last two months," Sam began.

"Yes…" Mark replied, still speaking in that creepy tone.

"We've received an anonymous tip that you may be the one starting all of these fires," Angela stated.

"Really?" Mark asked. "As I recall, most of those fires were set in a location where the arsonist would've burnt to death before having a chance to get out. But I'm still here. So what makes you think it's me?"

"Well, you see…" Dean started, leaning forward on his seat. "We're not your average federal agents."

"We think maybe there's another way you've been able to set these fires," Sam said. "Like you possess some kind of… ability."

"Ability?" Mark asked, unconvincingly playing dumb.

"Ever heard of pyrokinesis?" Angela asked. Mark titled his head at the word. They all were pretty sure he knew exactly what they were talking about.

"Just tell us why you did it," Sam coaxed.

Mark stared at him. "The office… they didn't hire me. I was perfectly qualified for that job! Morris' house… that guy was always out to get me. The school… all of those teachers gave me bad grades on purpose when I went there…"

"None of those sound like legitimate reasons to burn a place!" Angela burst out. "I think you just enjoy abusing the power you have."

Mark turned to her, his stare suddenly very sinister. "Maybe you're right…" He extended his arm over towards the fireplace, and a considerably sized ball of flame flew out and hovered by him. All three of them got up. "It is quite satisfying to know how to control fire." Mark gestured, and the ball was sent flying at the three. They scattered, and it hit the wall.

Sam had tripped and fallen to the floor, and before he could get up, Mark placed a foot on his throat. "If you move, I'll strangle you," he threatened. Mark turned to the spot on the wall that was now burning, and called the flames back from it. They instantly returned to their familiar ball. He then looked over at the fireplace, and the rest of the fire shot out to join him. He moved his hand a bit, and seemingly with great ease, they transformed into a man made entirely of flames. Mark controlled it to walk towards Angela. Dean, knowing the only thing that would save them, ran out of the room. Meanwhile, Angela was slowly being backed into a corner.

"Angie!" Sam shouted. Mark pressed down harder on his neck.

Angela could feel the flames getting hotter and hotter as they drew closer. The fact that it looked like a person was even more terrifying. Soon, the figure was so close that her skin could barely take it. She was in pain. As she saw the flame man reach out his hands, she knew he was going to burn her. Out of fear, she froze. The only thing she could do was shut her eyes and scream.

A/N: Cliffhangers! Muahaha! Review!