Kira took another step towards Sabina, a dangerous flame in her eyes. Her body shook with contained power, and the tendrils of power began to shine and glow through her hoodie and sweatpants.<br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">“A friendly prank?”</span>Kira growled through a clenched jaw, eying the girl in front of her. It occurred to Kira now, as she looked at the apologetic face in front of her, that she should have never withdrawn from her powers years ago. Why deny herself this feeling. Here she was, staring at someone who was normally the antithesis of Kira. The likes of Sabina always sat at the centre of attention, lapping up the admiring gaze of her peers while Kira remained on the edges - on the outside. People like Sabina loved to play<span style="font-style: italic">friendly pranks,</span>but that was just an excuse. Kira was sure that the bullies that once drove her to unleashing her powers years ago would probably say that they were just pulling a<span style="font-style: italic">friendly prank.</span>After that incident, Kira shut away her powers, seldom letting them see the light of day.<span style="font-style: italic">But things are different now,</span>Kira thought.<span style="font-style: italic">Very different.</span>The raging storm building inside Kira felt so good. Even the hot, tingling current that charged her skin was europhic. Thoughts racing inside her mind, Kira couldn’t help but conclude that those bullies, all those years ago, deserved much worse than what she had dealt them. Countless incidents at school, and even her kidnapping, could have been avoided if she had just taught them all a lesson. And it felt so good to be the one on this end of things for a change.<br/>She neared Sabina, the firestorm barely held inside, almost spilling out. But then, it seemed as though a cold breeze blew over Kira’s hot, fiery skin.. Sabina looked left and right - for a way to escape - and Kira recognised that look. The fire in her eyes ebbed away and the heat and fire disappeared in an instant. The wind played over her pale face, and Kira’s eyes trembled in confusion. She felt as though she had woken from a dream - one of the those dreams that seemed to last for years. The all encompassing feeling of power, pleasure and certainty was now gone. She felt hollow and disoriented.<br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">“I - I don’t know what just…” </span>Her voice trembled when she spoke, and she trailed off just as soon as she started. Kira took an unsteady step backwards, then another, then collapsed to sit on the edge of the sidewalk, her head in her hands.<br/><span style="color: #FF80FF"> “I’m sorry. You’re right, you just scared me.”</span>She said softly, a faint smell of burnt fabric rose from her singed clothes.<span style="color: #FF80FF">“I’m sorry”,</span>she breathed, overcome with embarrassment and worry and regret.