((Okeedokee! (: ))<br/><br/>Aeryn continued to toy with the cigarette, her smile ever-growing as she would focus more on the end of it, making the paper burn faster. Of course, her pleasure came from this new found power-- the cigarette's nicotine held no allure for her. Now reduced to a stub, she pulled it away from her mouth, quenching the flames and then igniting it further until she could no longer hold it without burning herself.<br/><br/>Flicking the bud away, a small bit of regret fell over her, wishing she had taken her time at toying with the device. Now she was left with nothing to practice on. With a small sigh her head slumped down, eyes blankly glaring at the sidewalk--and trash-- below her.<br/><br/>She had stumbled upon this "power" a few weeks before. Stuck, as always, in Mrs. Adams' English class, Aeryn had been writing a meaningless paper over Shakespeare, something she could do in her sleep. Of course, for the fun of torturing her teacher, she had been taking her sweet time at writing the in-class paper, finding it absurd that even as a senior she was stuck learning about Shakespeare. Mrs. Adams continued to hover around her, convinced that she was completely unable to write the paper without cheating off of the dumb jock to her left or stereotypical club-captain-queen to her right, making Aeryn's temper skyrocket. Glaring far too hard at her paper, it burst into flames, taking the desk and Aeryn's sleeves along with it (her skin was, miraculously, unharmed).<br/><br/>Mrs. Adams had her suspended for a week and a half the next day, claiming she had attempted arson.<br/><br/>Ever since then she had been trying to hone it. Figure it out. It wasn't until today that she had actually been successful.<br/><br/>She wouldn't admit it, but she had quite a lot of anger to feed off of. It was the spark that lighted each flame she made, and even though, to most people, the source of her anger wasn't any huge tragedy, it was still enough for her, though no one would ever know it; her wall of apathy hid her anger from the world, and sometimes even herself.<br/><br/>Focusing on her anger more than she was aware, Aeryn's eyes were now glaring at a small pile of trash just in front of her.<em>Idiotic city,</em>she thought,<em>keeping trash just lying in the streets. They don't even care about it's impact to the environment... Or even to the overall appeal of their city.</em>Within moments, the trash combusted. Caught off guard, she was unable to work at calming herself down. Mind racing, she tried focusing on quenching the fire, but it only grew stronger, consuming the trash around it as well until it was nearly as tall as her waist. Oddly enough, she did not feel the heat of it. Not even when the flames gingerly licked her sleeves did they leave a mark on her skin.<br/><br/>In a panic, she turned around the corner into the alley, hoping to find some source of water to extinguish the flames. She was unaware of the ice until her foot made contact, sending her sliding  further into the alley as she slipped, colliding into an unknown figure. "<strong>What. The. HELL?</strong>"