Post by jett on Feb 8, 2012 21:20:05 GMT -5
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LIGHTS GO DOWN IN THE CITY
VERY LITTLE COULD INTERFERE WITH JETT WHEN HE WAS BUSY SETTING SOMETHING ON FIRE. HE WAS FASCINATED BY FLAMES AND THE HEAT, AND HE BECAME INTENSELY FOCUSED ON IT WHENEVER IT WAS ALIVE. HE WAS AMAZED HOW FIRE COULD SPRING UP AND THEN BE SNUFFED OUT ONLY TO BE RESTARTED ELSEWHERE, AND IT WAS ALWAYS EXACTLY THE SAME. HE KNEW OF NOTHING ELSE THAT WAS THAT WAY: ESPECIALLY NOT PEOPLE. THE ONLY CONSTANT PERSON IN HIS LIFE WAS ELI, AND CONNOR DIDN'T COUNT BECAUSE HE HADN'T KNOWN THE MAN WHEN HE WAS A KID. ELI WAS HIS TWIN SISTER: HIS OTHER HALF, IF YOU WILL. SOMETIMES HE COULD PRACTICALLY SENSE WHAT SHE WAS FEELING OR SOMETHING THAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER; THEY HAD THAT EERIE TWIN-SENSE THAT YOU'VE HEARD ABOUT. BESIDES ELI, FIRE WAS THE ONLY THING THAT REMAINED CONSTANT TO HIM. STARING AVIDLY DOWN AT THE FLICKERING FLAMES ON THE TIP OF THE FABRIC STUFFED INTO THE NECK OF THE VODKA BOTTLE HE'D FILLED WITH GASOLINE TO TURN INTO A MOLOTOV COCKTAIL, HE HELD THE MAKESHIFT BOMB AS LONG AS POSSIBLE BEFORE TOSSING IT AWAY FROM HIM TO PREVENT BLOWING HIMSELF UP AS WELL.
THE FLAMES EXPLODED AS THE GLASS SHATTERED AND SENT THE LIT GAS SPRAYING ACROSS THE GRASS. FIRE LICKED AT THE DRY GRASS, LEAPING FROM ONE STRAND TO THE NEXT, AND JETT SMILED SLIGHTLY TO HIMSELF AS HE WATCHED IT. THE ORANGE GLOW DANCED ON HIS FACE, FLICKERING MORBIDLY AS HE WATCHED IN GRIM FASCINATION. THE POWER... THERE WAS SO MUCH POWER IN SOMETHING SO SIMPLE. THE FIRE WAS ROARING, CONSUMING THE CROP HE'D SET FIRE TO AND ENGULFING AN ABANDONED OLD CAR NEAR THE FIELD, BEFORE JETT REALIZED IT WOULD BE WISE TO MOVE AWAY. ALTHOUGH HE WAS THE ULTIMATE PYROMANIAC, HE WASN'T AN IDIOT, AND HE DIDN'T WANT TO BURN TO DEATH TONIGHT. MAYBE SOME OTHER TIME.
TURNING FROM THE HEAT, HE SHED HIS JACKET THAT WAS NO LONGER NEEDED IN THE NIGHT THAT HAD BECOME ABLAZE WITH HEAT FROM THE FIRE, AND HE DRAPED IT OVER THE BACK OF HIS MOTORCYCLE AS HE STRADDLED THE BIKE AND WATCHED THE FIRE FROM THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE ROAD. HE SAT IN SILENCE FOR A MOMENT BEFORE REALIZING A SHADOWY FIGURE LURKED NOT FAR FROM HIM, STARING IN AWE AT THE FIRE AND THEN AT HIM. REALIZING A BIT TOO LATE THAT HE'D BEEN CAUGHT IN THE ACT, HIS ATTENTION PERKED UP AND HE FIGURED HE'D GO WITH PLAN A: PRETEND YOU DIDN'T DO IT IN THE SLIM CHANCE THE ONLOOKER DIDN'T SEE YOU. "GREAT NIGHT FOR A BONFIRE, AYE?" OKAY, PROBABLY NOT THE WISEST THING TO SAY TO COVER UP HIS ARSONISTIC GUILT.
THE FLAMES EXPLODED AS THE GLASS SHATTERED AND SENT THE LIT GAS SPRAYING ACROSS THE GRASS. FIRE LICKED AT THE DRY GRASS, LEAPING FROM ONE STRAND TO THE NEXT, AND JETT SMILED SLIGHTLY TO HIMSELF AS HE WATCHED IT. THE ORANGE GLOW DANCED ON HIS FACE, FLICKERING MORBIDLY AS HE WATCHED IN GRIM FASCINATION. THE POWER... THERE WAS SO MUCH POWER IN SOMETHING SO SIMPLE. THE FIRE WAS ROARING, CONSUMING THE CROP HE'D SET FIRE TO AND ENGULFING AN ABANDONED OLD CAR NEAR THE FIELD, BEFORE JETT REALIZED IT WOULD BE WISE TO MOVE AWAY. ALTHOUGH HE WAS THE ULTIMATE PYROMANIAC, HE WASN'T AN IDIOT, AND HE DIDN'T WANT TO BURN TO DEATH TONIGHT. MAYBE SOME OTHER TIME.
TURNING FROM THE HEAT, HE SHED HIS JACKET THAT WAS NO LONGER NEEDED IN THE NIGHT THAT HAD BECOME ABLAZE WITH HEAT FROM THE FIRE, AND HE DRAPED IT OVER THE BACK OF HIS MOTORCYCLE AS HE STRADDLED THE BIKE AND WATCHED THE FIRE FROM THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE ROAD. HE SAT IN SILENCE FOR A MOMENT BEFORE REALIZING A SHADOWY FIGURE LURKED NOT FAR FROM HIM, STARING IN AWE AT THE FIRE AND THEN AT HIM. REALIZING A BIT TOO LATE THAT HE'D BEEN CAUGHT IN THE ACT, HIS ATTENTION PERKED UP AND HE FIGURED HE'D GO WITH PLAN A: PRETEND YOU DIDN'T DO IT IN THE SLIM CHANCE THE ONLOOKER DIDN'T SEE YOU. "GREAT NIGHT FOR A BONFIRE, AYE?" OKAY, PROBABLY NOT THE WISEST THING TO SAY TO COVER UP HIS ARSONISTIC GUILT.
NOTES -I ACTUALLY FINISHED ALTHOUGH I THOUGHT I WOULDN'T!- WORDS -500+- TAG -NOEMI- WEARING -THIS- STATUS -COMPLETE-
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