"The screams, heard from miles around. The terrible screams of those who ran into him. Those who felt his embers on their skin. The few who escaped were defaced and driven insane.
Thirteen years ago:
A boy lost in his own little world sat in the middle of the room. The small room holding nothing within but this little boy, his matches and a spilled bottle of nail polish remover atop a table against a window with black drapes covering it. The boy would light one and watch it burn out then throw it to the side. He struck a match and watched it burn for several seconds before throwing it in the pile of dead matches. The pile was quite big, holding more than 700 matches and as the 701st match landed on the pile it began to burn. The child not paying attention continued throwing matches onto the pile as it burned unchecked. When the boy had used every match he had, all 750 of them, he stood up to find a fire spreading through the pile. He shrieked as he watched the pyre envelope the pile. He watched his flaming mistress consume the pile and then the floor around it. Excitedly he watched as his love devoured more and more of the floor until it kissed the puddle of nail polish remover. With a flash the nail polish remover was lit and the fire was racing up the leg of the table. It rushed over the top of the table covering it completely and igniting the drapes. The inferno would raise its head up above the boy and he would laugh as it graced the ceiling with its touch. The boy would follow the blaze around the house as it swallowed everything in every room. As it got closer to the living room you could hear the boys parents scream.
As the boy entered the room with excitement plastered on his face he looked into his parents wide eyes and said, "A friend of mine has come to play and wants to meet you"
His mother with a look of horror on her face asked the boy who his friend was. The boy looked at her not blinking and pointed to the ceiling as the flames crawled along the ceiling toward the boys parents. Standing there in front of his parents he watched them burn.
Present day:
Frightened people run from burning houses as a slender white 5'11" built man emerges from the flames. Swathed in a black cloak covering him from his shoulder to his toe and a black fedora on his head. A smile adorned upon his face as he hears the wailing of his burning victims.
People ran up to him pleading for his help and with a demented smile he would rip their heads off and toss it behind him until the people realized, he was what they should fear. They began running from him. And as they ran you could hear his laughter ring out among the cries of burning victims and gutted hooligans. A laugh so cold-hearted, so detached it sent chills down the spine of murderers and rapists. A child, cold and frightened asked him for directions and as he ripped the ribs from this child, a smile was planted on his face. An unwavering, steely smile that not even the cries of burning newborns or the feel of babies being crushed beneath his heel could wipe off. With eyes full of fire and hands soaked in blood he walked down the street. Not even the police had the gall to stand up to him. They had already lost and the only thing that comforted them was the thought that it might be quick.
Houses collapsed and and buildings tumbled. The only building standing was the church of christ and that's exactly where he was headed. As he got closer and closer, you could see the remaining citizens in the windows of the church. Watching patiently and fearfully. Just as he reached the sidewalk in front of the holy building he stopped and his smile widened. Standing there in front of the house of God, he reached under his cloak and pulled out two gas cans. With his smile upon his face he walked right into the church and stood in front of the only exit.
As he stood there before the last remaining citizens wearing his evil and unholy grin, a single elderly man asked the one question he had never been asked before.
The elderly man scared out of his mind, looked at the smiling figure and asked, "Who are you?"
Hearing the surprising question the man gazed at the elderly man and replied with a roar that shook the cores of everyone there.
"I am Kasai" He roared.
With that he closed the church doors and proceeded to grab pews and stack them against the door. When Kasia was certain there wasn't any way anyone could leave, he began pouring the gas onto the floor. He walked across the entire church floor pouring gas as he walked. The citizens scared and immobile sat and watched as he emptied both cans on the floors of the church. Reaching under his cloak one last time he pulled out a bag of moth balls and poured them right on the floor.
He walked the room before asking proudly, "You can die by fire or by my hands, you choose. If you want to burn, stay where you are. Otherwise come here to me and die."
The elderly man walked over to Kasai and with a slight grin he said, "I will die on my own terms."
And with that Kasia picked the old man up by the head and smashed his head between his hands. Unsure parents started toward him bringing their children.
As a group they put all of the children before him and asked Kasai, "Please make it quick"
The first child was a five year old and Kasai didn't even flinch as he snapped the child's neck. The first 17 kids all died from a broken neck ,but the 18th, was a toddler and with a smile on his face Kasai tossed the child against the wall with as much force as he could muster. As the toddler hit the wall it's neck snapped, all of it's bones were crushed and it's skull was shattered. The parents shrieked and started toward their children but not before Kasai produced a match and match box. Standing there he looked toward the parents and struck the match dropping it on a puddle of fuel.
It was slow at first but as the flame covered the floor lighting everyone ablaze it caught the gas heater and with an explosion everyone inside died....So that's my story, somehow I got out just in time. I'm Kasai, goodnight"
