Favorite time of day
Midnight, darktime. Most people who are still out and about are people like Charlie, night-owls, vagrants, degenerates. Somewhere in the city are uniforms on patrol, trying to keep the peace and prevent people from having fun. The usual.
Charlie is standing on the beach, a backpack slung over one shoulder, and a case at her feet. Somewhere nearby a cat is prowling, everything else is packed and ready to load up into the moving truck.
Everything is ready except this one. Last. Thing.
The darkness is lit by a soft glimmer, a candleflame that touches on the surface of the water. The glimmer becomes glow, and within moments it is extending across the surface of the waves, cresting and dancing with the water as it rolls in toward her feet.
The flames spread out to the sides as far as she can see, a focused line that traces the shoreline as the waves touch the sand. Its an exercise in control she found on a website of someone else who claimed to be pyrokinetic.
After a few minutes, the fire slowly dies down, the water washes over it, darkness takes control. Charlie smiles, makes a soft sound to let the cat know she's turning back soon, and for another moment or two she just stands there...
Midnight is when she feels safest, most confident in her own abilities. Most in control. Or, to be more perfectly honest, its the time that her enemies are least likely to strike, and the one time of the day that she can truly relax, even if only for a few minutes.
Charlie is standing on the beach, a backpack slung over one shoulder, and a case at her feet. Somewhere nearby a cat is prowling, everything else is packed and ready to load up into the moving truck.
Everything is ready except this one. Last. Thing.
The darkness is lit by a soft glimmer, a candleflame that touches on the surface of the water. The glimmer becomes glow, and within moments it is extending across the surface of the waves, cresting and dancing with the water as it rolls in toward her feet.
The flames spread out to the sides as far as she can see, a focused line that traces the shoreline as the waves touch the sand. Its an exercise in control she found on a website of someone else who claimed to be pyrokinetic.
After a few minutes, the fire slowly dies down, the water washes over it, darkness takes control. Charlie smiles, makes a soft sound to let the cat know she's turning back soon, and for another moment or two she just stands there...
Midnight is when she feels safest, most confident in her own abilities. Most in control. Or, to be more perfectly honest, its the time that her enemies are least likely to strike, and the one time of the day that she can truly relax, even if only for a few minutes.