I write this in my fortress. Though I am still achieving his goals, I have new ones now. I've dwelled on the past for so long, but I've decided. I've decided to focus on the future, as I cannot remember the past. The earliest memory I have was the falling. Falling... into the abyss.
I have created my war machine. A giant tank made of almost impenetrable material. As a touch of myself I've added it to use incendiary shells for its cannons. It has anti air, machine gun turrets, automatic may I add. It took so long to make, I though I would never finish.
I don't know if he gave me the intelligence I have, or if I had it all before. I do know about the fire he gave me now. The power to make anything combust into flames, at any distance. I can also control fire, make it move, put it out if I ever wanted to. It's great. He also gave me the power to travers the shadows. Though I have told no one of such powers. And I shall not describe them to you. I like a few of the agents. Dislike a few others. But, I like it here. And I intend to stay.
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Agent Arson
Mystery / ThrillerThis is part of , "The Agency" stories by Gazer Official and some others. It talks about me and my backstory. The first and second part are first person because after they happen, my character forgets about them, and thus can't write about them.
