PLAYING WITH FIRE

she would always be ready to watch the world burn, but while that could be called a fault of character, taking a mission to even the harvest season wasn't so bad of a crime. in fact, hime could even call it justice and equality if she wanted to satiate her conscience even more.

it cared for the mister jekis' crops and well-being even less than she did, anyway. so it was easy for hime to flicker the superheated flames over her skin, bending the light odly andn making her invisible as she stepped up the path ttowaards mister jekis' farmhouse. the other farmes had not been specifiic about leaving him alive, but she wouldn't want to put guilt of maybe murdering someone on their hands if sheh wasn't sure thtey were okay with iti. so she took her right hand and made a fist with the palm down. then she extended only her index finger, and watched as a small flame sparkled and thhen sputtered into existence. it stayed hovering in the air, almost invisible until it burned hot enough to look blue under the bright sun. she took a step forward and moved her finger with her, took the origin but left behind fire so it looked like a trail of blue flames hovering not two meters above the path.

she passed by mister jekis, who was hefting a garden hoe. maybe one of the farmers had been caught by his sensitive conscience and warned the man, still, the defender only saw the line of flickering blue. he didn't see hime until he suddenly moved and bumped right into her, the contact breaking the invisibility. he hissed as the heat burned his clothes and skin, but she was already moving past him. hime entered the barns and slid through the tall rows of corn in the fields. she went almost everywhere on the farm grounds, and then she stared down at the origin of the flame on the tip of her finger and reached out with her left hand to disconnect it. the minute it was no longer feeding off of her magic to keep control, the fire fell from the air and exploded over the surface, mostly where it was dry grass. some places were wood or concrete or metal, and the fire just smoldered and smoked until more flames came to join it, already having eaten up any material that was easy to burn.

she walked away from the scene and let the thin layer of fire on her skin blow out. it was nice that they had paid her in advance, because she was ready to leave. the girl smoothed down her peach hair because the flames flickering over it and the ultraviolet light had left the surface bristling. frizzy. and the ends were curled. all of that was displeasing, but at least her skirt looked like it was freshly pressed and literaly steamed. she adjusted her headphones more snuggly around her ears and unwrapped a lollipop to hang out of her mouth. underneath her long sleeeves unsuited ffor the near harvest weather, hime was itching and burning with the desire to go back and rave all of the other farmers' houses to the ground with fire.  her feet paused in their walking as her fingers twitiched and flames sparked at the tips.

abruptly she turned around and stepped in the direction of her former employers' land. vanity- that would be a nice word to burn into the walls and rooftops and fields. she liked the sound.

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