OC Oneshot: Flaming Feathers

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Prologue: Confession Time

Point of view: Nightbird

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Here's a little thing a lot of people don't know about me; I love fire.

I love watching the flame dance according to the wind, the smoke swirling and making patterns as it floats up in a thin gray stream, the smell of smoke and the match burning. It's all so...addicting for lack of a better word. I find fire relaxing. Beautiful even. It's confusing as well. One second being warm and welcoming, the other being a raging beast that can destroy lives in minutes. It can be unpredictable and uncontrollable, or small and sweet like a candle flame.

Though being burned isn't a very pleasant feeling. A simple, quick burn from a lighter or candle can be painful for a moment. When I get burned by accident, it makes my imagination run wild. What would it feel like if I let it burn? Would it permanently singe my pelt, or crawl up my hand and arm like a snake, maybe even a scar to remember it by? As exciting as some of the scenarios that I come up with are, I don't want to take the chance.

However I do want my enemies to feel the same pain I do for a brief moment when I get burned.

I want them to feel agony as the flames painfully eat away at their pelt and flesh, melting off their coat and disfiguring them. I want to put the flames out mid-burn, and make them horrible looking for life. I want them to feel the same way I felt when they betrayed and hurt me, caused me to harm myself and refuse to trust anyone for months- years even. If they could only feel the same shame I felt whenever they looked in a mirror, I would be satisfied.

Yet, I know actions have consequences. I could be killed, publicly ridiculed and named as a murderer or psychopath, run out by the state...I could even lose all my current, close friends.

Too bad I didn't think about that before I burned her house down.

(This is the beginning of a small few oneshots following the psychotic AU of Nightbird, inspired by my love for campfires and hate for the ones that hurt me)

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