Chapter 7: Fire

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Revenge is just scaring someone in my eyes. Nothing extreme or deadly. In my friend's eyes, it's way different. Death is always the answer to them. Sasha had a flamethrower, two in fact. All I had was some matches. They also carried machetes and guns. Wow, nice one guys. Death can lead you know where; it could also lead you somewhere. We drove to the "hookah party" which is where the murderers were at. I bet you there was more cocaine than hookah. Sasha handed out masks, and I was completely confused. Then, we pulled up. Scout knocked the door down faster than the speed of light. Now I knew what was going on. "Um, guys", I said. But the killing had already began. I killed no one. Until the end. They were all heading towards Beckum, but I interfered. "He's mine", I said, "now you know how it feels to be burned alive." I took the matches and lit his clothes on fire. No one could get our DNA, so I knew I wouldn't get caught. "You deserve this", I pleaded. And, I burned him. And I loved it. He deserves the pain. I smiled, and found myself the door.

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