CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It would have been a nice day in the park if not for the mad man with the flamethrower screaming his head off and setting trees on fire. Granted, it was a pretty cold day today, but this was not how I preferred to warm up.
Crouching behind an overturned park bench, I watched as the mad man in question—a supervillain who called himself Pyro, for obvious reasons—swung his flamethrower this way and that, spewing flames in every direction. Trees burned and grass smoked, but thankfully, my helmet had an air filter that kept me from choking on the smoke.
Pyro himself also wore a gas mask, which was probably the only reason he had yet to choke to death on his own smoke. He wore a full-sized, flameproof red and yellow costume that made him look kind of like a firefighter at fir
