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Phelix sat on the edge of the roof of a

n old, abandoned apartment complex. It wasn't much, really. It had no electricity, dust covered everything in it, and years of being uncared left it nearly destroyed. But Phelix liked it. This is where he lived. This was home to him. He stared of into the horizon and saw the sun begin to dip below his field of vision. Watching the sun set had become one of Phelix's favorite past times. It was one of the things he could appreciate, and no one could take it away from him. Over the years he had grown to appreciate how much that meant. No one could take it away from him. He liked that, he liked that a lot. Over the years he had come to appreciate just how much that meant. He had lost so much, and suffered beyond belief. Now all that was left was these simple pleasures in life. He started to wonder when it all began. It took him a while, so much had happened in so little time it was perceive just how much time had gone by.

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Phelix flew away from his burned home as fast as he could. He landed on a rooftop and began crying his eyes out, the tears evaporating as soon as they touched his cheeks. After a few minutes he collected his thoughts and from there, figured out what he needed to do. He did not want to go to a foster home and explain why he had flaming wings, so he would have to live on his own. He needed food, water, and maybe later some shelter. Though Phelix wanted nothing more than to forget his powers and never use them again, the rational side of his head wouldn’t allow it. He would have to fight and rob people for money if he were to survive. Maybe later he could come up with a way to hide his wings and could go back to living a normal life.
He flew around the city trying to get his crap together so that he wouldn’t break down in the middle of and fights. When the sun finally began its decent below the horizon he waited hidden on the rooftops looking down on alleyways to see if he could find any drug dealing. He saw a couple of guys wearing baggy jeans and oversized jackets walk into an alleyway. They met up a couple other guys, and one of them brought out a bag full of white powder, and the other pulled out a plastic baggy filled with rolls of money. It was now or never.

He swooped down and landed on top of the man holding the bag of money. He had been going fast enough to knock out the man he landed on but not so fast he would hurt himself. He quickly grabbed the bag and flew off in hopes of keeping things short and simple, but no such luck. As he was about to take off one of the other three remaining men grabbed him by the leg and threw him on the ground.
Phelix quickly stood up and prepared to fight.

A punch in the face. Phelix got knocked off the ground and landed on his back, the wind knocked out of him. The three men gather around him ready to beat Phelix to death. Phelix tried to get up, but the dealers would have none of it. Pinning him down, the men started punching him in the face, kicking his stomach, and doing whatever they could to hurt him.

Phelix was hoping that fire wouldn’t have to get involved but it was clear that if he didn’t do something, it would not end well for him. Phelix’s mouth opened wide and he screamed as loud as he could. But instead of sound coming from his mouth, and tornado of flames erupted from the back of his neck and burned two of the three men. They screamed and shouted as they had their cloths set of fire, and most of their faces burned. The third man stepped back, shock written all over his face. Phelix rose from the ground, a flame dancing in his hand. He raised his hand to face the final man and clenched his hand into a fist once more.

A pause. Then a stream of white-hot flames exploded from the top of his fist and blasted a hole right through the man’s heart, killing him instantly. Then Phelix grabbed the money and flew away as fast as he could. Completely unaware of what he was getting himself into.