<em>Metropolis city, 1700 hours</em><br/><br/>"Up next is the incredible Iggy, the fire guy!", the loud announcer said over the speaker system. For the hundredth time, he was about to step onto the stage to do his "illusion" or "Magic". What these people didn't know that it wasn't magic but merely his talent that he acquired. He wasn't normal, he was a freak. But what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them. "Iggy", as he was called was his nickname for his freak name, Ignite. Why? You guessed it, he could play with fire.<br/><br/>Iggy stepped onto the stage and with one flick of his wrist, a wall of fire surrounded him and swallowed him, making the crowd gasp in shock. But, as though it was just a normal routine, he stepped out. The crowd cheered in disbelief. Iggy gave a slight bow before raising his arms up then wrapping them around him, causing the fire to shoot through him and making a figure appear behind him made out of fire. Iggy did a little dance and the fire man danced with him before disappearing. The crowd roared in amusement.<br/><br/>Going on for another 10 minutes, he finished with him tossing a ball of fire into the air and catching it then throwing it at the crowd but making it disappear and puff into smoke. After a standing applause, he went back into the backstage and took off his costume and back into his street clothes.<br/><br/>Walking home at night after an hour of performance was the worse part. Especially when it was raining. He hated the rain.