It had been more than two weeks since the last fire, but the stench of it was still in her hair, on her skin. She took long showers twice a day, but the smell lingered. When she closed her eyes at night, the images came back to her; images of blackening skin, charcoaled eyes, a pile of bodies steaming. These images gave her peace, they gave her assurance. She had saved the world from "the burning ones". Only she could see them, the people wreathed in fire. A man, once in a dream, has approached her and told her about them. They were bad people, dangerous people. He whispered this all in hushed tones, as if someone were listening. He looked around and whispered something to her. Her purpose. After that vision, she did what the man had told her to do. When she saw a "burning one", she followed them home and killed them. "They must eliminated" he had said to her. She dragged the bodies to her car and drove to the remote location where she kept them. "They must be burned, must be." He was very adamant about how she disposed of them, "it's the only way to get rid of them for good". She saved the world from them nearly everyday, there were many of them. She fulfilled her purpose without fail, until one day she looked in the mirror and found herself surrounded by the very fire that she sought out to destroy. Her's was the only body that they ever found.
