The Massacre

The Massacre: *6*

6

June 10, 2012

Fire was a beautiful thing.

                I loved the colors and the elegancy it held while it destroyed all in its path. It was beautiful and destructive—like me. Since the church was destined to go down in flames, I figured that there was no better way to get rid of the local church than to use fire.

                It would take down the structure along with every person in it. It was so simple. It was the perfect grand finale! I got shivers just thinking about it. It was so very perfect. To make sure this plan went as smoothly as possible, I was using gasoline and matches.

                “Piper, I’m going to church now!” My mother called up the stairs. “Are you coming?”

                “No, mom. I won’t be there. I have an assignment to do today.” I slipped into my black shorts and a black t-shirt. It wasn’t exactly stealthy but it gave me peace of mind to know I was somewhat dressed as if I was on an Op. Plus, it was hot outside…

                “Okay, I’ll see you after. Bye. I love you.”

                I quickly ran down the stairs and hugged her hard. “Love you too Mom.”

                She quirked an eyebrow at me. “God, it’s like you think I’ll die today. I’ll see you after church, baby girl.” She kissed me between the eyes and disappeared through the door way. My mother would always be my one regret.

                I waited for ten minutes after she left before I finally began to gather my supplied. The funny thing about Villisca is that nearly every person in town went to church, especially on the anniversary of the axe murders.  They all went there to pray for their souls or something. It was strange… I went one year and all they did was weep and pray. Imagine kneeling for two straight hours because that’s exactly what it was.

                I got everything I needed from the shed in the back yard. A full gas can, a box of matches, the left over chain from Gracelyn’s murder, and a pad lock. What can I say? I was keeping it simple.

                All around the church was deserted. There wasn’t a single person on the street or seen inside the houses and businesses on the street. So I went to work without a care in the world.

First, I walked up to the door and swiftly wrapped the chain around both of the handles, securing it with the pad lock.  

                Then, I meticulously walked the perimeter of the old build, being careful to stay as close to it as I could. I also made sure to splash some of the gasoline in the walls just so it would light a little quicker.

                Lastly, I took the box of matches and walked around the building and threw them on the gasoline trails. In movies they made a little trail outward and threw a match on that, but in reality this was much more efficient. It would set the building ablaze quicker and make sure not a single part would escape the raging inferno.

                In the end, I stared up at the once beautiful and old building. It was almost completely engrossed by the red-orange flames. Tongues of fire licked up the side, reaching all the way to the small bell at the top.

                I pulled out my phone and dialed the number I needed.

                “911, What’s your emergency?” A female voice answered.

                “Ma’am, there’s been a fire.”