"So, got the cash?"
"Course I do, I may have broken laws but I still pay fair."
4:18 am, March 25, 1993. All I could really here was the sounds of police sirens and panics of normal citizens in this god awful town. WAYY to familiar if you ask me. My names Jackery, and you may be asking, "What do you mean police sirens and panics? How is that familiar?" Well dear reader, lets just say, I've heard them before. This ain't my first time burning an abandoned building down, at least I think it was abandoned, oh well.
"You better have the EXACT amount this time, you were of like 10 bucks last time." I groaned into the receiver of one of those pay phones, curling the spring like cord around my finger, "Relax, relax, so I was off a few bills, you still got the $30." My boss, Ben Crawford, said back, obvious rasp in his voice. I sighed, "well, I'll be back there by like 4:40 to pick up my pay. You BETTER be ready.", he gave a chuckle, "oh don't worry, I won't disrespect my best worker again. Scouts Honor. Just... be there on time and don't get caught.". Ben hung up as I clenched the receiver tightly, before slamming it back into the booth, shaking a bit.
As an arsonist, many people think I wouldn't care about ruining peoples lives, but boy was that wrong. At least it's just property damage... right? I left the booth, pulling on my hood and keeping a close eye on my location and direction. It was gonna be a long run back to the office, and a big risk, but who am I to waste 40 dollars?
[God this sucks ;-; and it's short... oh well! Sorry it wasn't long and good tho, I'm still making more any way >:)]
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Edgy Story about an Arsonist
AléatoireThis is a story based on one of my human OCs. Jackery Ares, your copy and paste 20 something year old red head who smokes a lot, seems like a normal dude... right? Well, kinda. You see, Jack has a problem, he's an arsonist. Bad, am I right? Well, if...
