Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-26234016-20161207005410

The medium walked into her room.

"Spirits," she intoned, "What knowledge have you?"

"Lol you R RIPED XD XD"

"Um... What?"

Then she noticed the fire.

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The arsonist watched from his home. The perfect 30° angles that led from his house to his victims — as if they were that, they were surrounded by fire, they should by thanking him! — put him at ease. Sure, the occasional scream split the night, but his victims' screams were louder and longer.

He walked into the center of the town that day smiling. He was always smiling, no one noticed that today's smile was larger. He had sworn up and down that he was the godfather, and his erratic actions were causing the town to call him insane. Yeah, right! He knew what he was doing. He knew that he had just ended four lives. He just didn't care.

Another day went by with no action. The arsonist decided that these following nights the angles would be at opposing angles, 80° and 100°, and as he was walking home from the investigator's house (the investigator had spoken 3 sentences and was 30 feet away from the arsonist's house and that was that), someone lunged at him with a knife. He ducked, dodged, and weaved until he was at his house. Then he barred the door.

He knew he would have to be quick from now on. There were still people to burn, so many, so many, so many. And actions were conspiring against him. That very day, very day, very day.

"Hello hello hello!" He greeted the town.

"It appears the serial killer didn't strike tonight..." Mused a man whose face was obscured by a hat. "Did the good doctor visit anyone this night?"

"Not I not I not I, I fear I fear I fear!" The arsonist's grin stretched wider than wide. "I'm afraid, afraid, afraid I was doused, doused, doused though!"

The investigator spoke up, suspicion in her eyes. "Interesting you say that, as I was doused as well... And there surely are not two pyromaniacs..."

The day went on with petty bickering. The night, the night, the night, however... That was when they burned.

End of Arsonist story