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I'm the trouble starter, punking instigator.
I'm the fear addicted, danger illustrated.

The flames span round Henderson, drawing closer and closer. There was no way out, only the flames getting closer. Faster and faster, spinning closer and closer, all the way round his body, even going through his legs. He jumped and dodged and wove among the flames, keeping them from his skin with calm ferocity.

I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
you're the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter.

The chains interlink, locking together for a second, and then the flames are spinning the other way. Nimbly he avoided them. He could feel the heat from where they passed too close to his skin. It warmed his limbs, kept him sharp. Blood pumped through his veins, he could feel the thump of his heart.

I'm the bitch you hated, filth infatuated.
Yeah, I'm the pain you tasted, fell intoxicated

It was quite a spectacle. Henderson trapped within a web of spinning flames on the green outside the Union. A light covering of snow on the grass made it slightly more treacherous. The exhilaration of it all made him grin. One misstep and the whirling balls of flame would do more than brush his skin.

I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
you're the firestarter, twisted firestarter.

Not that he'd let that happen. He was in full control of this show. Drawing the minds of the students towards something greater than themselves. Inspiring awe and wonder at the show. Making them question how it was possible, how Henderson wasn't burning himself. Passion and awe, that's what it was all about.

I'm the self-inflicted, punk detonator.
Yeah, I'm the one invented, twisted animator.

He changed his grip slightly and the balls of flame edged away from his body, slipping into intricate and delicate patterns as they sped through the air. In the background, he could hear his music. He was dimly aware of his audience, of the awe he was inspiring.

I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
you're the firestarter, twisted firestarter.

He muttered to himself, his lips barely moving, his words barely audible. "Dance, frolic, fly through the air. Let's show them what fire can really do." Spinning the chains, he brought the two rope balls close to each other, letting them spin around each other's chains. Quickly, he pulled the chains taut, raising them above his head just as they made contact with each other. "Fwoosh!" he called to the flames, and an explosion of fire radiated out from the two balls making contact as he drew them back into a slow spin.

I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
starter... starter... starter...

Now the audience was ready to be really inspired.