I sat in a cold dark room. For some reason my powers weren't working, so I had no light, no warmth. I used to hate my powers, until they were taken away from me during an encounter with Ringmaster. He had taken my powers from me and I was with out them for only a few houses, but I hated every second of it.

I vowed that I would never let that happen again, I guess that's just another broken promise.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, I saw that the room was pretty small, and that when I tried to move it was really hard. I assumed that I was in a cage.

I tried breaking out, mustering up all the strength I had. I may be small, but I was strong, not Ivory or Starfire strong, but I was pretty high up there.

When I tried breaking the bars, by pulling them apart, it didn't work. Hitting the bars didn't work, and kicking the bars didn't work. Nothing worked. I wished that I had my powers again, so I can melt the bars and escape.

I hated this feeling. This feeling of uselessness. Like I can't do anything, and damsel in distress. I wrinkled my nose at that thought. I'm not helpless. I can find my way out right? I've done it before.

'Okay Flickr, time to think of a plan,' I thought to myself, 'since the bars are very strong, probably reinforced steel, I can't just break them like last time.'

Back then they underestimated my strength and power. Now they new, but they didn't know enough. It's been so many years since they last saw me, they probably don't know about all the new tricks that I can do, and they don't know how strong I am.

'Hmmm, maybe I could try to-' my thoughts were interrupted by some one coming into the room I was in.

The lights were still off, but from the light in the hall way I could see the person's silhouette. It was defiantly a he. He was tall, he had big arms and legs, so probably pretty muscular.

The man walked over to my cage and opened the latch. The door swung open. I didn't move an inch.

"Get out now," the man said in a gruff voice

'Must be one of Ringmaster's goons,' I thought to myself as I crawled out of the cage.

The man grabbed my arm, half dragging, half pulling me to the door. We left the dark room, and entered the bright hallway.

He was still pulling me until we made it to another door, this time when he opened it we were outside. I looked around, no knowing what to expect. It was a normal park setting, except for one thing. The giant circus tent in the middle of the park.

That's when I started getting scared. I have a thing about circus tents, and circuses in general, you could have guessed that though, considering my enemy is called 'Ringmaster.'

The man, still dragging me, stopped at the entrance of the tent, looks in, then throws me in. I land right in the center ring. I try to get up, but suddenly a ring of fire forms around me.

'How ironic the thing I can control is probably going to kill me,' I thought as the flames kept getting higher.

Then I heard a sinister laugh, one that I knew all to well, the Ringmaster's laugh. He walked up to me, the only thing separating us was that wall of fire. I glared at him through the flames, he just laughed in response.

I was pissed off, and about to yell something at him, when I was cut off by my own screams of pain. I felt a sharp shooting pain throughout my body.

It started at my back and flowed through the rest of me down to my toes, and up to the top of my head. I fell to the ground, the Ringmaster un fazed by my sudden out burst of pain, just watched me.

It felt like I was on fire, so this is what my mother, father, that boy who bullied me, and anyone else I've burned, felt like. I let out another scream and closed my eyes, hopefully for the last time.