Green eyes seemed to glow in the night as the young woman who went by Izzy Reagan walked out onto a field. It was late yes, but that was the best time for Izzy! The darker it got, the more fun things happened or even came out to play. At least, that was her philosophy. This specific night, the raven haired female had a few toys of her own. In one hand, a zippo lighter was flipping on and off, on and off. She stared into the flame, almost as if mesmerized by the little fire dance. In the other hand, two small fireworks were unwrapped and ready to be lighted. "Let's light up the night." A soft giggle echoed through the barren field. 

Not only moments later could one, then two fireworks be heard getting shot into the air. There was an explosion of color that followed, and Izzy stared up in awe. What beauty simple fires could cause. They were dangerous and yet so fun to play with. 

"Hey you! Get out of here!" 

The sounds of an angry, sleep deprived farmer caught the girl's attention and she giggled. "I don't think he's happy." She spoke as if someone was right next to her. Her plan to set off the third firework tucked away in her pocket was put on hold. Izzy bounded off to escape the farmer as he shook his fist angrily towards her. He shouted a few useless things before stopping as she ran off. The crazy girl was gone. He didn't have to worry anymore. Instead of going home, she wandered the streets, figuring out what she could do next- or even where could she go...?
Izzy needed a new adventure, tired of the same old ones. 

...And it seemed like she was going to get what she wished. From walking through alleys, playing with the lighter she had to standing in a bright room with four other people. "Well, this was unexpected." Her eyes travelled to the board she was carrying. Instead of being scared or nervous, Izzy was sitting there confused. "What did I do to get here?" A voice spoke, making her look forward. She frowned when the invisible male explained that they did [i]something[/i] and witnesses saw them around the crime scene, but what was that [i]something[/i]? 

[i]"And who know's we might find incriminating evidence on all of you."[/i]

The only thing Izzy could think of that would be incriminating to her was the two arson crimes on her record, or maybe they'd find out that- Her thoughts were interrupted when one of the males at the end of the line yelled out frantically. She leaned forward to take a peek at the rugged man. "So that's what happened!" Izzy exclaimed when the man had quieted down. She stood straight once again and looked ahead of her. His wife had died and the police guys thought they were the murderers. That's all she needed to know. 

Izzy thought back to what had happened only hours before as if to make sure she didn't kill anyone. There was her playing with fireworks at the farm miles away from the city, her playing in the alleys- She found an alley cat in her travels too. By that time, she realized it was probably time for her to go home. Her older brother was probably worried about her by now. He normally escorted her around, and even told their parents he'd keep an eye on her for their sake. She wasn't sure why he was doing a if it, but she decided not to question him. 

Seeing that no one was speaking up, Izzy spoke up first. "Um...Yeah, I didn't kill anyone. So...can I go now?" The girl made a face when her stomach growled. "I really should've ate lunch..." With a sigh, she leaned against the wall and waited for them to release her. After all, it wasn't like she did anything wrong.