Today's scene should focus on building a Villain. Using descriptions of their physical appearance, emotional state, immediate surroundings, or whatever else you can think of, the passage should set this person up as the counterpoint to a fictional protagonist.
Try to not describe the protagonist at all, but build the villain in such a way that his counterpart could be imagined by the reader.
Imagine if you could save the ones you love from death. Imagine if you could restore them to when they were their most vibrant. Do you think they would want that? She sat in her cage silently upon my approach. Her eyes remained glued to the changing pages of her book, and in the next moment she shut the book. "I have read this book over ten thousand times today. Let me ask you, is it still considered reading if you memorized every word and its order?" I wasn't to make contact with her. She finally looked up at me. Her body had been manufactured, but the rage in her eyes came from somewhere else. I paced around the security glass of her cell examining the few books scattered in her cell. They were her favorites, but I wondered if that was the case now. "Do you know what it feels like to die? I do. I know what it is to take your last breath; to watch as all you have built slips through your fingers," she said pacing back and forth, "Thanks to you I also know what it feels like to be born; to absorb all of world around you for the first time. Why didn't you just let me die in that car? Why did you put me in this thing?" I felt tears well in my eye as she approached the glass. Her eyes traced the path of the tear as it rolled down my cheek. "Did you think you were saving me?" As if we were like poles I stepped back unable to remain so close to such a familiar face. "You damned me, I don't even know if I am myself anymore," she said as she slammed her fists against the glass. My phone vibrated which meant the analysis was over, and I was glad. "I will only warn you once more. Tell them to end me..." Her voice becoming more faint as I walked towards the door. "Why?" "Kill me or watch the rest of the world die," She said as I left. I think I lost sight of what I was aiming for with this, but feel free to comment on it.
There's a strong middle here in the fourth paragraph, you really get an idea of the emotions and desires of the villain and how they were created as a direct result of the actions of the protagonist. It does feel a little disjointed and while the first sentence has enough mystery to grab me, the following feel a little too cryptic to reel me in. I always feel kind of odd with this type of feedback due to the nature of the prompts - I'm asking for off the cuff writings and that stream of consciousness is great for raw feeling but can sometimes cause trouble in structure. That's the core of this feedback, the feeling of the scene is good but a restructuring could make it great. I'll try to pull that into tomorrow's prompt.
When we stare into a fire we can see ourselves looking back from her eyes. Fire is unwilling to be contained and will always want to spread to the corners of the Earth where she wasn't known before. She wants to cover the world with her children and never see her name leave the minds of anyone for long. Though we've convinced her that her path is better worn within machines and work, she longs for freedom. She wants to race across the surface of the fields as fast as the wind will carry her, and she wants to feed and grow and become something to be remembered for generations. She got what she wanted that day, and I never blamed the fire for her actions. She left the wires leading up to the tower instead of lighting the room and operating the sewing machine for even one more day. She had looked down on the room from the bulb where she was expected to stay, and could no longer stand not knowing another life. That night she raced across rooms that she had only known from lights and televisions and a hundred other little and restricted places. She ran down the stairs and through the house and when she was too excited to be contained within she leapt from the windows in a joyous announcement of her freedom. They came and killed her. They further and further restricted the parts of the world over which she had mastered travel until she was trapped. Drops of pain ran over her extremities until she was reduced to disparate and rebellious existence within coals. She waited as they hunted her down and drown her and when she lashed out for the final time she was met with torrential resistance and washed away. She was beautiful and I understood her. I didn't cry that the tower was gone. She would have hated my tears.
I really like how you see things and the idea of giving a personality to fire is a fantastic concept. I can relate to her as this bittersweet villain, which is such a novel concept to me. My suggestion would be to build out her world a little more. Things got a little confusing in the second paragraph when I had to map the world of electricity and fire to the world of the character fire. Maybe where you talk about her path in machines and work, an analogy of wires as rail lines she is forced to follow would be enough of a lead in. I love how the world encloses in on her as we try to harness her power and how, while you know her escape is a tragedy you also know that she's just following her nature. Good stuff.