pyromanic (r.s) [soon]

Prologue

Little Rose and her parents were having dinner outside. They were at McDonald's. Rose was playing with her little toy and her parents watched her with a big grin on its face. They were a happy family.

"Rose, honey, we have to go." Her dad said, taking her toy away.

"But, daddy I-" Rose pouted.

"He's right, Rose. We have to leave." Her mother agree.

Rose begged to have just another box of chicken nuggets. Her parents said 'no' until she gave up and left the place.

"Where do you parked the car, Peter? It's getting dark soon." Her mother, Amanda, asked.

"It's only a few minutes from here. Don't worry, we'll be fine." Her father, Peter, answered.

Rose and her mother walked together, holding hands while they were singing Christmas songs, which were Rose's favorites, and it was the middle of December. Her father was standing right next to them looking for the car.

They saw a figure came out of nowhere and walk directly to their direction, it was dark so they couldn't see his face. He was wearing all black. Peter walked closer to his family, protecting them. Amanda squeezed Rose's little hand and whispered in her ear.

"Stay with me, honey."

The farol's light let them see that he was young, but they still cannot look at his face. He continued walking thought their direction with a gentle smile on his lips.

"Excuse me, sir, isn't this a bit late for a family to walk thought the dark?" The young kid asked Peter. He had a British accent. 'Wow, her accent is weird', Rose thought.

"W-we were just trying t-to find our car." Peter answered.

"Oh, is that car over there?" He turned around to the opposite direction and pointed to a white car. That was their car. It was pretty weird because Peter never saw his car over there, neither Amanda. And, well, Rose was too little to care about adult business. It just appeared.

Peter nodded and mumbled a 'thanks' to the young kid. The young kid smiled gently and continued walking.

Peter, Amanda and Rose were walking faster.

"Mommy, what's going on?" Rose asked looking back. Amanda pulled her daughter with closer without saying a word.

"Mommy, why is he following us?" Rose asked again.

Amanda turned around looking to the young kid, the one who showed them the way to their car. He had a can of something in the right hand, and in the left hand, a lighter. Amanda's breath started getting heavy and her hands shaky, and Peter saw she was having a panic attack so he hugged her and pulled close.

"T-the k-kid, Pet-ter..." Amanda whispered so Rose couldn't listen.

"W-what?" Peter turned around looking at the kid with a twisted smirk on his face walking again though their direction.

The walk to the car was infinite. He pulled out the keys of the car fastly and inserted them unlocking the doors, and pushing Amanda and Rose together to the pilot's seat. Peter ran to the other door and opened it, getting inside the car. The kid was still with that smirk on his face and walking. The car didn't turned on. Peter tried and tried, but nothing happened. The car didn't moved. The young kid pulled out the can, it was a gasoline can. And started to pour all the gasoline in the car, and left a line outside. He continued to stared at them with the same smirk as before. Amanda notice the gasoline pouring from the windows and started to freak out.