Clark Burned by Tiny Sparks

Night fell. Stars hung high in the sky as dark clouds drifted silently over, quietly obscuring half the moon. After handling company affairs all afternoon, Rickman returned home. A fire burned in the fireplace. Under its flickering light, he sat in an armchair, his expression shifting unpredictably like a beast ready to devour someone. Ever since gaining his abilities from that meteor shower over a decade ago, Rickman had enjoyed smooth sailing.