There's no easy way to say this, but I'm not who you think I am. I belong to a secret organization that protects people from Unnaturals. Unnaturals are like us, but they have gone to the dark side. I work for a company owned by rich private investors that even governments don't know about. In our little sector, in the mass web of others, there are seven including me. Each one of us has a supernatural ability, so unique that there's only one of us. Our DNA cannot be duplicated, and when we died our powers die with us. Lucky for Nathan, he's an immortal. Maybe if he's blown to bits he'll die, but I don't want to find out. Anyways, where are my manners? I'm Rosemary, but I hate my name. So Rose is just fine. Fire is my specialty. Period. I can produce and control fire. Once I was so pissed off I went up in flames. Nothing like wrath from a woman scorned, uh? I have fire red-brown long hair (it's really a weird color), dark brown eyes that turns into a crimson red-orange color, a nice curvy and toned figure, and standing at a whopping height of five feet. I am so short! It's just not fair! When compared to Nathan, I'm a midget. It sucks.
Well, I'm seeing one of my teammates secretly, and we've been together for some time. Annabelle, the perfect specimen of an extraordinary woman of unquestionable power. She has shoulder length, wavy dark blonde hair, the brightest blue eyes like the ocean, flawless creamy skin, and has the smile that would make people smile on their worst days. She is the one and only that fully completes and fills my emptiness. Yet to each other we are what kryptonite is to Superman when we get into heated arguments. Annabelle has the ability of ice and water. Ironic. I believe our love for one another can conquer our weaknesses. I am just sick and tired of hiding our relationship, but a relationship with the same sex is strictly forbidden within our company. Love is love; the gender of your partner doesn't matter, in my opinion. The consequences of Annabelle and I having a relationship would be so severe, I wouldn't be able to live to see another day. I don't even want to think about what they would do to her. I would give up my life any day for her to live, even if it's just one more day.
Our next assignment was ridiculous. There was a rapid wild fire spreading across the western United States. That's why there are people who are firefighters. I was obligated to help anyway; better the environment, even though wild fires help enrich the soil and what not. I had a major plus side to working this case, I finally got to team up with Annabelle, just me and her. Our plan was simple, she would make the clouds heavy with rain, and I would simmer the uncontrollable spreading flames. Perfect, it would take us no time at all, and then we could enjoy the rest of the day to ourselves. Sadly, the entire task took longer than I had expected. It took more than a few hours because the fire was fucking huge! Sorry, forgive my little outburst. Annabelle's the much calmer and soothing one. After we finished battling the flames with the firefighters, by the way we were dressed like them for camouflage, we headed back to our sector. It was pretty funny when we strode down the hallway, smelling like a horrible barbeque, to report to Nathan, who is also our team leader. Thankfully, we both could go home, especially to shower. Annabelle and I have our work routine pretense to a "t". No eye contact, or any contact for that matter. From an outsider's point of view, he/she would think that we were only co-workers, and that everything was strictly just business. It's great. Anna, her nickname, and I agreed to meet at my cozy apartment in a little while. Anna already has the keys so I don't have to worry about letting her in. My most prized possession is a beautiful red rose entrapped in crystal clear ice, of course, a present from Annabelle. I keep it in the freezer, funny were I keep one of my deepest treasures. I shredded my work attire and took an icy cold shower. Did I mention that I was always burning up?
While still in the shower, I heard Anna walk in and then toss her things onto the couch. Suddenly, the shower head was blasting powerful jet-streams of water onto my body. Ouch! I opened the shower door to see Annabelle laughing close to tears.
"Hey lady, you better stop that or I'll turn you into steam!" I shouted at her laughter.
"Oooo such big talk from a small little fireball," she teased.
"Watch it, babe. I may be small, but I'm mighty," I said right back.
I was shocked; Anna turned the water blasts into sharp flesh-cutting ice. She was so asking for it. The ice melted before it reached my burning chest, arms, and stomach. Thank goodness it didn't go any lower.
"Baby, don't fuck with fire...cause eventually you'll get burned!" I said sternly.
"Umm...not since the last time," she said to no one in particular. Shit! The last time we were in bed, I accidentally burned her because she was teasing the fuck out of me. Key word: accidentally. Her stinging sensation was over before I could say, "I'm sorry." It was funny after the fact.
