I moved through the crowd as nonchalantly as I could manage. Doing this was difficult work, and took months of mental preparation and training. I still have the burns from the early days, but like many things, time heals all. I realized my wandering mind, and put an end to that quickly. An unfocused mind causes failure. I've learned that the hard way too many times. I stopped on the edge to scan the people, or rather, for the person. The person that I was hired to singe. Suddenly, I hear a shout, and my eyes dart towards the direction of the sound; truly a dangerous noise. A young woman is talking loudly to someone that appears to be her mother, but there is no way I could be sure. 

"Why do you feel the need to take me to these events?! You know I can't stand the crowds!" "Keep your voice down," the mother hushed, "we don't want a repeat of last time, please," the woman begged. I allowed myself to take a moment to think about these two, and what they could be meaning, but as the daughter turned towards me, it was evident what the mother meant. Along the daughter's face was a long line of singe, right under her left eye, which was concealed to me just a little while earlier. They must have had a heated argument, something to really fuel the fire within, the fire that each and every one of us had. Some of us have the gift of the Great Fire, and others keep the normal flame. Those with simple sparks soon find themselves fading. I was given the gift of Great Fire, as it was necessary to have to accomplish what I came here to do. I ducked my head down, and pushed my way back into the crowd; it was evident I wouldn't find who I needed from the outside. Finally, I spotted him, the man I came to talk to. This man was a well loved member of his community. He saved kittens, fed puppies, and kissed babies; the normal suck up. However, his fire was deemed too strong, so it was up to me to snuff it out. I felt no remorse in taking a job like this, for people with good standing make me sick. They don't realize how quickly all of that can be taken away. They don't understand how all it takes is someone with a stronger fire to come along. They understand nothing, so it's up to me to make sure they know what they're getting into. I moved closer to him, and nudged his shoulder rather roughly as I finally moved through. I hoped to illicit a response, as it made this whole job a hell of a lot easier. However he simply replied with a simple, "Oh, excuse me sir! I didn't watch where I was walking!" Dirt. That's all this guy is. He thinks that his kindness can diffuse any situation, and avoid any conflict. I thought it was time to show him I thought a little differently. "No, pardon me," I replied, "I was completely out of line." "Ah, that's quite alright, I was just on my way to get some more food from the line." He set it up. It was time for the kill. "It doesn't look like you need any more, you gargantuan swine." As these words left my mouth, a column of fire erupted from my soul and was transferred into his. You could never see the fire, but the recipient always felt the burn, and no matter how hard you tried to heal, the physical wounds were caused by the soul. The physical wounds would stay until the soul has completely burned up, or died. My Great Fire was all consuming. There was nothing left of this man now. I had the gift of ferocity, and the element of surprise. No one ever expects to be burned, and that's what makes it hurt so much more. However, I didn't have time to sit and enjoy my victory, as the silencers moved quickly. Already I could see the two tall men in black pushing through the crowd towards me, gag in hand. I hurled insults at them, but my fire was too weak, it needed more time. Their skin burned, but their souls were not consumed. I ran, and I grinned as I found myself once again soaking in the sweet sensation of another successful burn.