It wasn’t a fire ability, exactly; Vic had dealt with that before. This was more of an… exploding ability, he would say. If he didn’t focus on controlling the power, anything he held onto heated until it just blew up. Something in his touch seemed to excite the very atoms that made up other objects—the more agitated the atoms grew, the hotter the object’s surface became, until there was so much activity inside its molecules, it simply couldn’t stay in one solid piece any longer. The razor started it, but before they managed to leave for dinner, Vic had set off small bombs all over their apartment. The bottle of lube he moved off the bed popped, splattering his clean T-shirt with clear gel. One of the knobs on the dresser blew up in his hand as he pulled the drawer out to retrieve a new shi
