"<span style="color: Teal">...wait for Helga to stop being a coward...</span>" These words seemed to trigger a change of demeanor in the taunted woman, the hubris part of her mind beating against the mental prison she had constructed against it. It screamed in her cranium,<i>BURN IT DOWN!!! BURN IT ALL DOWN!!!</i>and after so long... It felt like years... Like a rabid dog being held back by a choke chain, snarling and foaming at the mouth but held back, anxious to be released. That taunt to an inner demon, one that knew her true nature and one that Helga had tried to suppress for years. One that was always standing over her shoulder, watching and waiting for the perfect moment like this.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Purple">Tell me, <i>Nate</i>...</span>" She calmly spoke but her tone when she uttered the name was as if it were uttered as a foul curse, like she had a horrible taste in her mouth that she was trying to get rid of. Standing up from the wall and taking a deep inhale of her cigarette before she pulled it from her lips and examined it as if it were important in the events to come. Anyone who was paying attention, including ISIS, would be able to tell that the change in the woman's attitude was like the sky turning green in tornado alley, "<span style="color: Purple">What are th' ways t' die that terrify people th' most?</span>"<br/><br/>She would pause a bit, taking another inhale of the cigarette before she looks to him then. Were Nathaniel to make eye contact with her he might be able to tell that he just lit the fuse to a bomb that was just about to go off,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Purple">Well I don't know th'm all, just saw it in an article once but there was being eaten alive and... Oh yeah,</span>" She would flick the cigarette at him again just like before. Though in mid-air to him, it wasn't particularly well aimed so it could end up anywhere but he was the target; a gout of flame that would more than likely do more than singe a few hairs if he didn't act quickly would errupt from the ember of the burning tobacco and paper, "<span style="color: Purple">Burning to death!</span>"<br/><br/>That small burst of flame, even if it couldn't be sustained due to the small nature of the original flame it felt amazing. To finally give that rabid dog a few inches of freedom on that choke chain, it would be all that was needed to break the restraint it had. That small indulgence would be all that was needed to set the fiery fury free, the inner desire, the drive to see everything burn was behind the wheel now and Helga bound and gagged in the back seat only helpless to watch. She didn't even have the presence of mind to remove the leather jacket as the skin of her arms and hands ignited in blue flame, burning away the leather of the jacket in mere seconds and the temperature of the room would rather rapidly be increasing in degrees; though given how wide open the space was it would be a few moments before it began to approach dangerous.<br/><br/>That was just the room though, the air next to Helga would be consumed by the fire she had created and would feel hotter than the devil's anvil,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Purple">You think I'm a <i>coward</i> do you!?</span>" Helga would pointedly not use the target dummies provided, instead the flame of her right arm would seem to grow thicker and hotter before she swing her arm in Nate's direction and a self sustained blast of blue fire the size of a soft-ball would go flying at him, "<span style="color: Purple">I'll show you a fear more real than a ghost! I'll show you the fear of <i>FIRE!!!</i></span>"<br/><br/>The searing agony of her arms that was rapidly beginning to travel up her back as the leather coat she was wearing quickly passed its flash point and was burning between her shoulders as well. It felt amazing though, the nerve endings were in horrible pain but it never felt better to finally be free. The desire to burn everything and everyone was finally free once more to do as it always did best, to set everything around the origin aflame and simply laugh at the sight. The air consuming fire would even go as far to start at her feet and begin to spread from them, utterly ruining the shoes she was wearing and beginning to climb up those worn jeans. More fire, more pain and more pleasure. Perhaps it was just something her subconcious had seen on a poster or perhaps it was the desire to<i>see</i>fire that had the burning coming from her eyes as well, though it was excrutiating nothing made her feel better than to watch the flames dance over her eyes.<br/><br/>Clearly if anyone hadn't surmised it before, they would be able to tell now that Helga or some deep desire of Helga's was on the war path and it was out of control.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>