Martin raced down the street toward a flaming police vehicle - he could hear the screams of a man inside it from five blocks down, he didn't know how but somehow all of his senses had improved, as had his agility. Speeding faster than an Olympic sprinter he dove straight into the back of the car, somehow... absorbing the fire that consumed it into himself. He turned to the front seat, and watched as a pile of ash collapsed onto the seat.
He was too late. Again. Every step he took in the criminal's trail he found more of his comrades dead, whether by fire or lightning or simply being ripped apart. Always he was too f*#@ing late!
The car exploded into a million pieces of shrapnel as flames consumed Martin, leaving his clothes and sunglasses unscathed.
"Burn them... Burn them all TO ASHES!" a voice screamed in his head, descending into insane, low-pitched laughter. Martin hovered over the melting concrete, levitating through the amount of energy he was directing at the ground. A small scratching sound caused him to turn around and hover over to a nearby car crash, lifting his hand to obliterate this new annoyance. A bloodstained young boy stood there behind the overturned ambulance, obviously terrified but defiantly protecting an unconscious form inside the vehicle. Voices swirled in Martin's head, screaming for him to incinerate the boy, to spare him, to burn, to save, to......
The fire-man stood there for a moment, his red eyes staring at Timmy (( Cliche I know :3 )) & turning his head as if he was on a cell phone like Mom had been before that big lightning had come through the windows. Timmy knew that this man was dangerous, but he refused to let him have his mother, who was breathing shallowly in the back of the ambulance.
Martin stood with his hand raised until one voice won out over the other. Flames burst from his hand, consuming the ambulance with righteous ferocity. He shot up into the air on a pillar of fire, ready to purge the whole corrupt city with righteous FLAMES.
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