Sparks Fly

Chapter One

The thing about being so far from normal is no one stops and takes a moment to appreciate the creativity your soul sends into the atmosphere. Everyone is quick to judge you, ready to make a mockery of things you do that the average human wouldn't. However, when you're sent somewhere where everyone is far from normal, you start to lack luster. The feeling of grief is overwhelming and makes the mind spin in different ways and directions while causing a sharp, vexing, pounding in the skull that makes a person want to pound their face into cement.

This is where I was, rock bottom. Arkham Asylum.

I believe it started at a young age. I would light candles for my mom and watch the tiny flame flicker. One might even say it danced with the wind. It was such a beautiful sight that oddly calmed me. It was the light to the darkness in my empty abyss of emotions. Then, as I hit my current age, sixteen, my love for fire strengthened. I began to set trees on fire. Watching the flame travel from one tree to another.

It made me crave more. I felt a powerful. It was like I was high. My body hummed to the tune of happiness as I watched the fire engulf the whole forest behind my house. Eventually the fire spread even more. To my neighbors' house.

I should say that I felt guilty for catching my neighbors and their house on fire but I didn't. For some reason it felt oddly satisfying to get back at those who judged me harshly. Fire just seemed like the way to do it. I didn't have to try and cover my tracks because fires could be accidents.

I was just too naive and dumb to realize the fire I created, started, would be easily sniffed out to be human made. Not by accident either considering I threw gasoline all over the trees in hopes of creating my biggest fire yet. Which I succeeded in doing.

After I lit my neighbors' house on fire, and killing them in the process, I moved onto much bigger projects. I would create bombs that weren't exactly bombs. They were balls of gasoline made so that I could set them to light on fire and go off whenever I pleased. I would then take my creation and roll them into random apartments on the streets of Gotham.

Yet again I felt no remorse.

The only thing I felt was my hunger being fed.

When I was done causing chaos I would return home to my boring parents who acted as if their marriage wasn't falling apart. My brother drowns himself in sports to avoid the elephant in the room, my parent's problems. He refuses to accept the fact that there is a huge chance of them getting divorced since thy cheat and cheat on each other.

I could never understand the in pulse to cheat on your significant other, however I wouldn't expect normal human beings to understand my need to set things ablaze. To harm others who have done nothing to deserve the pain I will cause them. However, in other perspectives I'm saving them from their dull lives.

Maybe I shouldn't dwell on the things I don't really care about but I can't help but act normal. Not because I particularly want to. I decided to so no one would suspect me for the fires spreading around Gotham.

"Presley." my brother nagged poking me in the cheek as I focused on creating my latest toy, a home made flame thrower that will help me step up my game. I just needed to figure out how to make is small enough so I couldn't easily get caught.

"Mom said that Jim Gordon stopped by to ask if we witnessed anyone around the Johnson's house before it burnt down.  Do you think someone actually killed them?"

I think that was the first time my heart actually raced besides the times I left my mark on this city. I didn't want to get caught. I wasn't ready to stop doing what I love quiet yet. If the police keep sniffing around my house who knows how long it will take them to figure out it's me who's causing all this trouble.

"Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong Sammy." I scolded trying to play it cool and keep focus on making my soon to be favorite trinket.

"Now pass me that screw driver will ya?" I questioned nodding my head into the direction of the screw driver that sat fairly close to him.

"What are you making anyway?" He questioned peering over my shoulder watching my fuse and bolt metals together to create the perfect weapon.

"It's for a science project. Don't you have someone else to go nag?" I could see the hurt flash in my brother's eyes before he straightened up and walked away.

I finally felt like I could breathe now that my younger brother was outta my hair and causing someone else trouble. Most likely my parents, but the chances are they deserve it more than they don't.