The dark asylum (aph story)

2p! Norway's addiction

Loki was addicted to flammable liquid. Gasoline, lighter fluid, the list was endless. They put him in a fireproof room, the door locked up tight. He wasn't put in any restraints and he moved freely around the closed room.
  He looked at a charred wooden table and half burnt bed. He dipped his slender fingers into a small bucket of oil and started to lick it while looking at his wall in thought. He wanted to paint something there.
  He began by shoving his right hand into the bucket and smearing shapes on the wall. He connected simple lines and drew wobbly circles and stepped back for a second. He admired his skills and then swiped his fingers quickly over a piece of cardboard and his entire hand bought on fire. He felt the flames lick across his already charred skin and he set fire to the lovely painting.
   It was only stick figures to others but to him it was the exact moment when he had last said goodbye to his brother Egill before being thrown in the room. The figure he labeled Egill was burning the brightest and he walked over to it and placed his left hand over the flames in longing.
  He hadn't seen human life for about 75 days now. His plates of food were lowered into the room by a conveyer belt on a new plate every time because they were afraid the oil he left on the plate from eating would burn their hands.
   He was stuck in here for most likely his whole life because he was too dangerous to be put in a prison. He had burnt down 27 buildings and they were all by accident. He wanted to see his brother.