There Jame's was, staring as his house was being consumed by a raging fire. He thought to himself as he stood across the street, phone in hand. Everything pointed to his crazy ex wife, Catherine. She was the only one that would do this. She almost got him too. James ran his free hand through his singed hair, feeling the burnt tips with his extra sensitive fingers. He would've died if it weren't for his nightmares. He had been dreaming of the night the government took his little girl away. It was her screams and both of their tears that had woke him up. Last thing he heard before rising was, "Run daddy, or they'll get you too." 

Alice was a smart girl, but she was foolish. She wanted to impress her friends with a simple magic trick, but nothing is ever just a trick in Baltimore. Everyone had an eye out for a super. As soon as they were found they were taken away, regardless of curcomestance. They took his baby away, just for a simple magic trick. 

James sat down on the sidewalk, listening to the sounds of his home burning. He felt the heat against his skin. Funny enough, it was keeping him warm in the harsh winter night. He closed his eyes, breathing in deep as he waited for the firemen. He was remembering that day, and Alice's warning. He realized then it wasn't his ex wife, but it was a self righteous bigot who thought they were doing what was best. That meant someone out there knew that it wasn't just his little girl that was special. 

James opened his eyes, tears leaving a trail down his cheeks. He looked at the fire and thought maybe they weren't so different. Two fires made by the man that took away his daughter. Although, this time, he wouldn't get off so easily. James watched the house as he cried, revenge the only thing on his mind. 

[@LordLinguinie]