Logi dropped into his home chair with a smile on his face. The high from his first arson had worn out after the second day, but the pervasive cold had yet to seep back into him. The lack of cold was not enough to satiate him, within his mind lay embers, embers that begged him to help them grow into glories – Logi cut the thought off before he could start spiraling. That aside he needed to do something about the itch in the back of his mind.
Standing up he walked to the computer and began researching places that would be good for his plan. He wanted to try something a little different this time. He grinned as he found just the place next to his little experiment from the previous weekend's coincidentally.
As Logi left his house he made a snap judgment to eschew his car so as not to leave evidence, it was another chance to test his physical abilities as well. He slipped on a medical mask and some nondescript clothes. As he stretched he double-checked the route. Pocketing the phone he started to run, first, he kept it to normal jogging speed, slowly accelerating he soon exceeded the average sprint speed before topping out at 30 mph (48.3 kph) shooting by other late-night joggers in a blur, even outpacing some slower cars and bicycles in under 30 minutes he ran the 15-mile distance to the pier.
Logi slowed to a stop, only just barely out of breath. Looking up at the warehouse before him he tried to find an entry point. Luckily he found a square-slotted window, but it was too high up for even his enhanced body to jump to. He absent-mindedly played with a string of fire while trying to figure out a way, he didn’t want to make too much noise or be too obvious. It was only when he was wrapping the flame around his fingers in a cat's cradle did the answer hit him.
Walking up to the wall under the window Logi lit his hand ablaze and pressed it to the steel wall; watching as the metal glowed and deformed in the shape of his hand. Bearing a grin on his face he began to climb, first melting handholds into the steel then climbing up them. Once he reached the wooden window framing he lit that aflame too. Catching the dirty glass before it could fall and make a noise he slipped into the warehouse yanking the remaining heat out of the frame before too much smoke could be released.
Logi stood in what appeared to be a manager's office, a small room with a view into the warehouse. The office had clearly not been used in many years, spiders were in all corners and dust caked every surface in a gray blanket.
Walking to the other window looking out at the warehouse he saw stacks of crates, abandoned after the shipping company defaulted because of the clogged ship ports. Logi pondered how to set about implementing his plan. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a giant wood chipper, looking up he saw a box lifting system suspended on the ceiling like a giant claw, slowly a plan formed in his mind as his smile stretched across his face.
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Logi let out a grunt as he lifted a box over each shoulder each as big as his torso, he turned towards the woodchipper stationed in the corner and trudged over to it. With a mighty grunt, he tossed each box into the wood chipper. When the second box hit the churning teeth of the woodchipper (for some reason the power never got cut to this warehouse, how did no one notice?) it popped open and something flew back and hit Logi square in the nose, it didn’t actually hurt but he flinched back from the impact.
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He caught the object reflexively, he stared at it before laughing to himself about the item, in his hand he held a World war 2 era gas mask. Logi slipped off the blue medical mask and swapped it with the gas mask, it didn’t impede his vision nearly as much as he thought it would. It seemed in too good of condition to be a mask actually from the war, but it would do him just fine.
Turning his attention away from the mask he was currently wearing Logi walked over to the bag he had been collecting the sawdust in. He tied the top of the bag shut and dragged it over to the fully extended crane claw. He had rigged the fingers of the claw to slot into the slats of a palette and then placed a large industrial fan on it and then connected a generator to said fan. Now for the final part of the process, he tied the saw dust bag to the claw before ripping open the bottom a small amount.
He grinned as he looked upon his contraption, all he had to do was turn on the fan, and his work was almost done. Immediately after flicking on the fan Logi sprinted for the crane claw controls, he lifted the claw up just as sawdust began to billow out from the bag, the fine powder drifting through the air as he controlled the crane along the entire length of the building. The first grains of dust were just hitting the ground, coating everything like snow in December.
Logi dashed for the manager's office, just before the doorway he conjured a fireball between his palms and shot it like a descending meteor into the cloud of sawdust.
The world turned w h i t e.
A thunderous crack exploded through the massive room, only Logi’s superhuman balance kept him on his feet as the shockwave blasted past him denting the thin steel walls of the warehouse into a concave shape and bringing with it a gust of scorching air. That was not the end of Logi's plan, as the lit sawdust went flying catching the lines of gasoline Logi had sown after filling the generator as well as the other wooden crates not shredded for sawdust.
The warehouse was glories, heatwaves rippling off of the concrete floor, the metal box racks warping under the intense heat, but most of all the fire; it reached high- up to the ceiling the orange flames roiled and Logi loved every second of it, he jumped over the railing, stalking over to the melting metal racks, watching as the metal turned to liquid at his touch.
The rack creaked at the sudden lack of support and fell towards Logi, he grinned up at it, high on the heat haze surrounding him. With little care for urgency, he raised a hand towards the falling edifice and pushed.
A column of carbonizing blue flame launched from his hand carving a torso-sized hole in the shelf. He watched with a glee-ridden face as the molten metal fell, not just from the rack but the ceiling behind it too.
He pulled just a bit at his surroundings, reveling at the heat the warmth the bliss coursing through his system. Following a whim Logi crouched, brought his hands back at jumped with all of his might launching straight through the hole he had left in the roof, a leap that would have been impossible just hours ago made with ease.
Manic cackles burst from Logi along with a wave of burning air as his emotions started burning the very air itself. Allowing his joy to control him a giant burning hand twice the size of his own body left a scorched hand imprinted into the steel. Logi allowed the laughter to subside, getting into a runner's stance before blasting into a sprint more than twice the speed of his previous limit and leaping from one warehouse to another away from the scene of his crime, a heat haze following the whole way.
This sudden departure left him completely unaware of the young women going for a midnight jog, watching the light show and madman in awe.