Blaze

Blaze felt the heat in her veins as she ran towards the bank. She could hear the sirens and the cries, but she ignored them. She had one goal in mind; to stop the robbers and save the hostages.

She reached the entrance and saw two masked men guarding the door. They spotted her and raised their guns but she was faster. She snapped her fingers and a burst of fire shot out of her hand, hitting one of them in the chest. He fell to the ground, his clothes and flesh burning. The other one fired at her but she dodged the bullet and kicked him in the face. He collapsed, dropped his gun and his nose was broken.

Blaze entered the bank and saw three more robbers inside. They had taken over the counter and were putting money into bags. They had also tied up several customers and employees and forced them to lie on the floor. One of them was holding a gun to a woman's head, while another one was holding a detonator.

"Nobody move or we blow this place up!" he shouted.

Blaze didn't hesitate. She threw a fireball at the robber with the detonator, knocking it out of his hand. It landed on the floor and exploded, creating a small hole in the wall. The robber screamed and clutched his hand, that was badly burned.

The other two robbers turned to Blaze and opened fire. Blaze dodged and weaved, avoiding the bullets. She threw another fireball at the robber with the gun, making him drop it and release the woman. The woman ran to safety, while Blaze tackled the robber and knocked him out with a punch.

The last robber was panicking. He grabbed a bag of money and tried to run away, but Blaze caught him up and grabbed his arm. She twisted it behind his back and made him drop the bag.

"Let me go! Let me go!" he begged.

"Sorry, pal. You're going to jail," Blaze said.

She dragged him outside, where she saw several police cars and officers waiting. They cheered and applauded as they saw her emerge with the robber.

"Blaze! You did it again!" one of them said.

"Good job, Blaze!" another one said.

Blaze smiled and handed the robber to an officer. She looked around and saw that the other robbers were also captured and taken away in handcuffs. She also saw that the hostages were safe and being treated by paramedics

She felt a surge of satisfaction and relief. She had saved the day once more.

She was Blaze, the city's superhero. And she loved it.

She loved using her power to manipulate fire and fight crime. She loved helping people and making a difference. She loved being admired and respected by everyone.

Well, almost everyone.

There were some who hated her or feared her. Some who thought she was a freak or a menace. Some who wanted to expose her or exploit her.

But she didn't care about them. She knew who she was and what she stood for. She knew she had a purpose and a destiny.

She also knew she had a secret.

A secret that no one knew about.

A secret that could change everything.

She was a lesbian.

She had always known it since she was a little girl. She had always felt different from other girls. She had never been interested in boys or dating or romance. She had only been interested in girls.

But she had never acted on it. She had never told anyone about it. She had never met anyone who made her feel anything more than friendship or admiration.

Until now.

As she scanned the crowd of people who had gathered around the bank, she saw her.

A woman who made her heart skip a beat.

A woman who made her feel something she had never felt before.

A woman who made her want to take a risk.

She was standing near an ambulance, talking to a paramedic. She was wearing a navy blue suit and a white blouse, which contrasted with her olive skin and dark hair. She had brown eyes that sparkled with intelligence and compassion. She had a smile that was warm and genuine.

She was beautiful.

She was also familiar.

Blaze recognized her from somewhere. She had seen her before 

but she couldn't remember where or when. Maybe on TV or in a newspaper or online. Maybe at an event or a meeting or a rally.

She was someone important. Someone influential. Someone powerful.

She was a lawyer.

A crusading lawyer who worked for a human rights organization. A lawyer who fought for justice and equality for all people. A lawyer who challenged the status quo and the corrupt system.

She was someone Blaze admired. Someone Blaze respected. Someone Blaze wanted to know.

She was someone Blaze wanted to kiss.

Blaze felt a surge of attraction and curiosity. She wanted to talk to her. She wanted to introduce herself. She wanted to ask her out.

She wanted to take a chance.

She took a step towards her but then she stopped.

She hesitated.

She doubted.

She was afraid.

She was afraid of rejection. She was afraid of ridicule. She was afraid of exposure.

She was afraid of losing everything.

She thought about the consequences. She thought about the risks. She thought about the dangers.

She thought about her secret.

She decided to keep it.

She decided to walk away.

She turned around and headed towards her motorcycle, which was parked nearby. She put on her helmet and gloves, which concealed her face and hands. She mounted her bike and started the engine, which roared to life.

She looked back at the woman one last time, feeling a pang of regret and longing.

She wished she could have met her. She wished she could have talked to her. She wished she could have kissed her.

But she knew she couldn't.

She knew she had to leave.

She knew she had to forget.

She revved up her bike and sped away, leaving behind a trail of smoke and fire.

She was Blaze, the city's superhero.

And she was alone.