by Hydrargentium

There’s a period every day when Linda (not her real name) can not turn off her powers. When the sun is at its apogee, and its tidal forces are lined up perfectly with the humming magnetic field of the Earth’s molten metal core, the lines of energy that flow through Linda reach their most powerful state, and her fire erupts from the pores of her skin. It’s hell on clothing, and hell on the furniture, and hell on pretty much everything in a twelve-foot sphere. To handle this daily hell, Linda used to wear asbestos underwear, and fly up into the clouds.

Nowadays, she steps into a special chamber in her special cell, and lets the system built to hold her deal with it all. Linda is doing twenty years in Grand Plains SuperMaximum Prison, the so-called Montana SuperCell. She is philosophical about her situation, and seems, for the most part, relaxed by being taken out of the super-villain scene.

 

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