Showers of Sparks
He was an agent of fear and excitement. His harmless, but exhilarating pranks were world renown.
Others like him reveled in huge ultra-destructive natural disasters, but he preferred little shakes, a few choppy waves, and drips from a long dormant volcano.
This kept things interesting, and he didn’t feel compelled to top himself time after time.
Of course, he was mocked for childish pranks, but many others found it refreshing. They came to him asking for advice and he freely gave it.
He was dancing through the streets looking for his next bit of mischief, when a group of disgruntled terror agents cornered him.
“You’re a disgrace,” they said. “Just go away and let us handle the difficult work.”
He squared his shoulders, a wicked glint in his eye. “I prefer to cause mischief, but I am not without power,” he said. “Go bother someone else.”
They shook their heads and pushed him until his back was against the rough wood of an old decaying building.
He winked and disappeared into the rough-hewn building, and they raced to follow him inside.
His excited laughter reverberated through the empty rooms, and they spun in circles trying to locate the sound. They grew increasingly frustrated.
“Get out here,” they called. “Enough of your games!”
He laughed. “My games are me!” he said. “Care to play?”
Fire and sparks rained down from every corner of the building, and a raging fire soon roared around them.
The panic in their eyes were real. Try as they might, their powers did nothing to counteract the flames, and all the exits were blocked.
They pounded on the burning walls with their fists, and his gleeful laughter echoed through the room.
“You chose to doubt my powers,” he said. “You will burn in the flames!”
He danced away and watched the fire burn. He enjoyed his games, but he’d never back down from a challenge.
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