I barely made it through my morning routine before I got the call.
A new pyrokinetic had surfaced, causing quite a stir in one of the downtown districts. It’s been a while since we’ve had to deal with a fire-related incident, and honestly, those are never easy. The damage is usually visible, and controlling the situation can be tricky.
When I arrived at the scene, the chaos was still unfolding. A small crowd had gathered, some people filming on their phones, others just staring in shock. The fire itself wasn’t massive, but it was enough to cause panic. The pyrokinetic—just a teenager, really—looked terrified, which only made things worse. Fear tends to amplify their abilities, and in this case, it was clear that the flames were getting harder for them to control.
We moved quickly, securing the area and calming the kid down. It’s always tough to see someone so young in that state, not understanding what’s happening to them, or why they’re suddenly a danger to everyone around them. Once we got the flames under control, I handled the memory work. It’s a delicate process, making sure that everyone involved forgets what they saw, but it’s necessary. The fewer people who know about these incidents, the better.
By the time we wrapped everything up, the sun was starting to set. The clean-up crew was already moving in to repair the damage, and the kid was taken to a safe place where they could get the help they need. It’s a strange feeling, erasing memories like that. It’s like taking a brush to a canvas, wiping away the details that don’t fit the picture. Necessary, but unsettling.
Walking back through the city afterward, everything seemed so normal again. People going about their business, unaware of the chaos that had just been contained. It’s a bit surreal, knowing how quickly things can shift from calm to crisis, and back again.
