Short Stories

Gasoline

I bit her hand. She screamed, her hand flying away from my mouth, where it had rested.
"She bit me." The girl screamed, wiping my saliva on her dress and then cradling her hand.
"That proves it." Madeline crouched down, and looked me in the eye. "Your a monster." She didn't spit it but said it like a snake, in a way as if she was confirming a question.
"I'm not." I struggled between my constraints, zip ties around my hands and legs.
"You are." The girl who's precious hand was being nursed like new born babe said. "I can see them! I can see the scales."
"I'm not, I'm not." I twisted my body to move but it was the constraints that held me back.
"You lie." Madison continued. "Your eyes are black."
"I'm not lying. My eyes are normal." I screamed. She reached behind her and escorted a old rag back in her hands and shoved it between my lips.
"They're black." She repeated. The girl and her baby hand walked out of the room while Madison dipped her hand in her hand bag. She pulled out a tiny box and flipped it open, a patch of make up in the bottom section, a tiny mirror in the top. She drew it in front of my face so my terrified, gaged expression reflected.
"See. Monster." She stated and snapped the box closed.
My mouth lost all noise with the gag but I was screaming. "My eyes aren't black! I saw! They're not black! They're normal." But Madison's friend had already walked back in. Madison stood up next to her friend who held a large bottle of gasoline.
"STOP!"
"How do I do this?" Asked her cautious friend. Madison looked at her and then back at me.
"Just you know pour it all over from head to toe I guess."
"STOP!"
"Okay... Like this." Her friend flipped the lid and started to pour the cold fluid against my feet, then slowly made her way up my body, carefully drenching the entire thing in gasoline. The smell up close was putrid enough, but the girl seemed to enjoy it; I could hear her tiny nose make delicate sniffs. The gasoline bombed my face, it ran into my hair and like a river traced it's way through my scalp. It splattered against my closed eyelids, and dripped into my furiously breathing nostrils. For a few seconds I chocked on the fluid that got sucked into my throat. I couldn't keep my eyes closed. The gasoline stung my eyes to prick them open and look at the two girls, but I couldn't be in the dark.
"STOP!"
They didn't understand me. With the gag on or off they didn't understand what the word stop meant, with the gag on they couldn't decipher the word.
"What now?" The girl stood back up next to Madison and anxiously looked at Madison and back at my drenched body. Madison pulled out a lighter from her handbag.
"Step back." She told her friend. Her friend took several steps back.
Madison flicked the lighter on and off and then pulled out of her pocket some bluetac. She flicked the lighter on and stuck the bluetac down in the button to keep the fire flickering.
"STOP! DONT! IM NOT A MONSTER! STOP!"
Then Madison took several steps back until she was next to her friend, then with a girlish flutter she threw the lighter. It circled the air for a century, and landed against my chest. It was like a firework, my body lit up into an incredible flame and Madison and her friend retreated, not even bothered to give me the dignity to watch my death that they caused. So I burnt, alone.