Oneshots based on songs

City

"Nous allons regarder brûler...."
He sang in a soft whisper
Jorel has lived in France for his entire life and he's always hated it. He hates how pretty and perfect it is. He wants France to look like everything thing else in the world....ugly and messy.
While walking down the street holding a Jerry Can, he makes his way to the centre of town while letting some of the gasoline splash out of the can. He arrives at a busy area and sighs. reaching into his pocket he grabbed a small box of matches, there are three, he has to do this right within three tries, after that it's done. He starts to walk inside the building while making a trail of gas behind him. "Ce qui ne va pas avec vous?! Arrête ça!" A woman noticed him and tried to grab the Jerry Cam away from him. "Ne baise me toucher!" He pulled him arm back sharply causing the gas to pour on him, the lady and make a small puddle on the floor. He grabbed the matches out of his pocket, stepped out of the puddle and lit it, throwing it to the ground. The woman was engulfed in flames within a second, the only sounds were fire crackling and the screaming of the woman and the civilians running away. He stared at her as she fell to the floor yelling for help as her skin bubbled and popped, forming blisters that would scar her forever if she made it out alive. Knowing that the firefighters would have already been called along with the police, he ran. He didn't know where he was going but he ran. He came to a stop when he remembered that he still had two matches left in the box. He grabbed them out of his pocket and lit one, he held it to his shirt and fell to the floor while crying. He didn't want to die but it was too late to take back what he did so he tried to bare it, eventually he failed and started yelling and crying. He didn't yell for help, just yelled and screamed without saying anything. And there he died in the middle of the street while his body was made into fuel for the light that was caught on his skin.