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pointed finger, Carter let loose the fire building within him. A flame shot like a blow torch from his finger in a solid stream to hit Big right in the face. Big recoiled from the biting fire, and Carter used the distraction to dive head first into the agent, knocking him from Big's grasp.
    "What the fuck was that?" Big asked.
    Big's facial hair was singed, but he was otherwise no worse for the wear. Carter, lying on top of the agent, made a fist igniting the pours on his skin and making a ball of flame. Carter threw the burning ball, hitting Big in the chest and knocking him back, but Big hung on tight to his pistol, and patted out the flames with his free hand.
    "You're one of those users!" Big looked to the junkie. "You brought a user into my house?"
    "I didn't know," the junkie said.
    "No matter," Big said, "now he's going to die."
    Carter rolled back and popped up onto his feet, drawing the gun's aim from the prone agent still on the floor. Indeed, he found it hard to deny Big's claims that he was about to die. Carter couldn't deflect bullets, he didn't have super speed to dodge them, and he was just as vulnerable to being shot as any other human being.
    Carter was pissed, he was wearing his favorite pair of jeans, and his hair had grown out to a length he could actually do something with, but finger torches and fire balls weren't going to do it with this ogre of a man.
    "You don't want to do this man. Just put the gun down and we all walk away from this," Carter said, but his attempt to talk Big out of doing something foolish was in vain.
    He sighed again as Big leveled the gun in his direction.
    The anger and anxiety inside him welled up, and he unleashed the fires of hell upon Big. His pours opened up from head to toe. His clothes were the first to go, lighting up like dry grass. Then the hair on his legs, chest, and head caught fire, and before Big could pull the trigger, Carter's entire body was engulfed in dancing flames.
    It hurt. God damn it, it hurt. Anymore normal person would have been suffocated, burned alive, and dropped dead, but the fire was apart of him to the very core of his being. His very heart was a fiery inferno. Carter spread his arms wide. Then he clapped his hands together, pushing the flames out from his chest and arms, and dousing Big with a wave of fire.
    Finally, Big dropped his gun as he thrashed about wildly. His arms flailed and he screamed shouts of excruciating pain. Big ran about, setting small fires on the floor until the flames overtook him.
    Big dropped dead. A moment later the fire burnt out, leaving a heap of charbroiled and crispy Big lying face down on the floor. Carter also put his flames out, and stood motionless in his birthday suit, his junk hanging out for all to see. The agents mouths, one and all, hung agape at the scene that had just played out before them. Stunned, they hadn't even gone for their guns yet, but they needn't. The only thug left standing wanted nothing to do with Carter and his fiery inferno.
    "Can I get a blanket please?" Carter asked.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
    Part 2
     
    Part 2
     
    Prologue 2
     
    "So that's how you got all of the bruises?" she asked.
    "No," I said. "That was a different fight."
    She sighed again. The arm on the clock over her head had only moved fifteen minutes. Time was dragging and having to stare at a clock behind her wasn't helping.
    "How many fights did you get in since last we met?"
    "A few," I answered coyly.
    "Do you find these antics of yours funny?" she asked, folding her stubby arms over her chest.
    "Kinda." Honestly I didn't, but I wasn't going to let her win the verbal joust we had going back and forth.
    "Six years you've been coming here, and in that time you've made great progress, but you let losing your girlfriend take you this low. I thought we were beyond that?" The silence was broken only by the ticking clock as I searched for the right thing to say. The woman had been my