The Dragon Girl - The Beginning (English)

2.

The guys kept holding me, even though I struggled so hard to get away. Why? Why they had to do this?!

"Calm down, don't move so much" said Trevor, who then sat me down against a tree. They had never gone this far before. What the hell was wrong with them?!

"Seen we couldn't get you earlier today, we decided to do it now, with interest" said Quinten, who then made sure I couldn't get away by binding my hands stuck around the tree with some tape.

"Mfnffnm!" I tried to say something, but that stupid tape over my mouth prevented that. The guys laughed at my attempt, after which I gave them an angry stare. My eye started to burn so badly again.

"Come on, don't give us that angry look!" said Quinten, after which he punched me really hard in my face. I started to get dizzy. "Or do we have to burn you too, just like you did with my dad?" 

Oh, right, I forgot to tell that. That guy who back then had been burning right in front of me, was the father of Quinten.

I tried to say it hadn't been my fault, but again the tape prevented my from talking. Besides, before I even could've finished my sentence, another fist had been planted on my face, from Trevor this time. He was a bit stronger, which made the punch come in harder. De dizziness grew. Then he hit me again in my face. The anger had faded away in the feeling of having to stay awake. I couldn't fall unconscious now. 

"We didn't put tape over your mouth for nothing, so shut it!" Trevor said to me. I looked at the ground. I had wanted to look had them, but the dizziness had become too strong.

"You know what, maybe we actually do have to let her feel the same pain has my dad?" said Quinten, after which he grabbed his lighter. "Alright, the fire isn't really the same size, but with a bit of this.." He looked inside his bag, where he then grabbed a bottle of alcohol out of. ".. it will probably work" he said, grinning.

The dizziness was still big, but now there had been added a feeling of fear. Had they gone crazy?!

"Ey, can you actually even do that?.." Trevor asked Quinten. "If she's going to notify the police or something, we're really screwed.."

"That's why we'll make sure she can't notify anyone." Quinten answered, after which he got the lit off the bottle. The smell of alcohol slowly filled the air around us. That must be a really strong one. I once again tried to free myself, but they had stuck the tape too tightly around my wrists. Quinten once again laughed at my failed attempt, and then emptied the bottle of alcohol over my head. He couldn't do this!

"Ey, I'm not gonna commit a murder here. You said we would only teach her a lessons.." Trevor said to Quinten. He sounded a bit scared as well. At least some sense in that empty head. 

"Fine, then just go away" Quinten look irritated at him. "I just want to finish this, and if you don't want to do that, fine, get the hell away to your mommy." Damn wat a douchebag.

Trevor didn't let him be told that twice. He quickly ran off, away from us. He yelled something towards us, I guess mostly meant for Quinten, but that didn't really matter. All that mattered now was that I really had to get away, as soon as possible.

Quinten laughed once again. I kept giving him an angry look while I still tried to get that tape of my wrists. The smell of the alcohol was so strong. I once again tried to say something, but once again it got prevented by that damn tape. 

And then it happened.

The manical look in his eyes kept him from thinking straight, and I couldn't escape from it. He had grabbed his lighter again, turned the flame on, and in no-time I stood on fire, just like his father had 13 years ago. 

De fire covered everything of my body, following the alcohol. I squeezed my eyes shut, accepting the fire, knowing I couldn't escape from it, while Quinten just stood there looking, still laughing from his manical form of fun.

However, I didn't feel any pain. Had the fire burned that far in my body already? Had my nerves been burned through? Carefully I opened my eyes, the bright light of the fire nearly blinding. Quinten had already stepped back a bit because of the fire, which now also started to burn the woods around me. Quinten had by now stopped laughing, but his grin still stood on his stupid face.

I looked at myself to see how big the damage was, while I still squeezed my eyes against the bright light. But I couldn't see anything underneath the molten clothes. The black substance had stuck itself already to my skin. I cursed in myself. Idiot. Mother effer. Why me? It hadn't been my fault! The anger started to flow over me again, worse than before. This damn mother effer had just put me on fire!

I stood up, the tape already gone because of the flames, and stared angrily at Quinten. My eyes hurt so badly. If you want to see death so badly, then die yourself!

And before I knew it, that was exactly what happened. Even though Quinten was on a safe distance from the still spreading flames, he suddenly catched on fire. He screamed from it, just like his dad did back then.

Now it was me who was grinning. But at the same time there was a feeling of shok. Did I do that? No, that couldn't be. It must have been the fire that was already there.

Realizing I was still on fire, I didn't have much time to think about it any longer. Luckily I knew there was a ditch closeby, where I started to walk to. I had heard somewhere that when you were on fire it was better to just walk instead of run, to make sure the fire doesn't spread too much, and I didn't feel like setting the whole woods on fire. After a short moment I had reached the ditch, and immediatly jumped in it, putting out the fire. The water of the ditch was cold and dirty, but right now I accepted that all to willingly.

After a short time I started to hear sirens. Police, probably, who had seen the fire. I wondered if Quinten would still be there, screaming from the pain of the flames. But I didn't care that much. Served him right was all I thought. 

I remained a little longer to make sure the flames really had been extinguished and the alcohol mostly washed off me, after which I climbed out of the ditch. I looked in the way of the fire. I could still see it from here, seen the fire shone brightly through the trees. It looked like it had grown a lot bigger too. But what would you expect in the woods?

Calmly I walked the other way, the pain in my eye finally gone by now. It sounds really mean to say, but he got what he deserved, after all the bullying and trying to set me on fire. Now he stood on fire, just like his father had 13 years ago.