#17, rated T: Pyro.
Pyro sits in his darkened room. The television is on; an old episode of Star Trek is re-running. He knows every word.
His eyes are on his hands and not the screen. A short, white candle and a Zippo lighter he nicked from the Spy are his true sources of entertainment. The wick lights up quickly, and he drops the lighter beside his feet, holding the candle on his palm, concentrating on keeping it still. Hot wax drips down, pooling in his hand, dripping down through the spaces between his fingers, and he smiles.
This is where he finds beauty.