The Midnight Club

Fire

He woke up about an hour later in the bathtub snuggling with the girl. Her soft breathes were short and cute, and during this time, he actually began adoring her. But he lusted for something else. Power. He loved it. For the first time in his life he was having fun, and it was all because he had just a little bit of power. But The Rat King, Jonathan, had more. And he didn't want him to have any. He wanted to assert his dominance, just as Tyler had asserted his dominance in their first confrontation. He knew exactly how he was going to do it.

He woke the girl from her sleep, and told her he was ready to go again. But he didn't just want to do it in this old bathtub, he told her he always dreamed of having sex in his school. She said she knew the place and he told her to meet her there, for he would be there soon. They both got their clothes on and she left the house and started heading down the creek, toward his highschool.

Dylan looked through the house. He knew what he was going to do, but didn't have the tools to do it yet. He found a lighter one of the club members must have brought in. Perfect. Exactly what he needed. Next he found a hammer and a box of nails. Great. Lastly, he found a giant padlock, perfect for a door. He was ready to take power.

He walked up to Tyler, who was sitting on the green couch in the living room, and told him, "We should board up the windows around the house so no one could see the light inside." Tyler retorted, "I only do what the Rat King says I should do." Dylan wasn't about to give up. "If the King sees you taking intiative, it might help your reputatuion with him. Come on now." Tyler nodded and said, "Alright fine, lets bar up some windows." So that's what they did. Barred up all the windows in the house so no one could see in. Or so Tyler thought.

Next Dylan picked up more boards and set them just outside the front door, and lastly, he took more alcohol and placed it in the bathroom. He was all set.

He poured the alcohol onto the floor and lit the bathroom on fire. He exited the bathroom and Padlocked the door shut. Then he opened the front door, walked outside, and with boards, hammers, and nails, boarded up the front door. There was no escape.

He watched as the fire burned, he bathed in the screams of The Midnight Club. He thought about what The Rat King had told him; that there was no justice in the world, only Evil and Revenge. He knew he was the evil, but with no one around to take revenge, he had all the power. He won. And this was the happiest he'd ever been.

But as the fires of the old cottage died, and as the screams and cried of the helpless victims got quieter and quieter, he felt himself suffering from the problem he had suffered from in the beginning of our story. Boredom. There he was, alone in the darkness of the night. Bored, yet again.

He walked back up the creek and eventually found the girl again. He told her that there was a freak accident at the house and it went up in flames, lying to her, saying he barely escaped with his life. "Let's go back and check for survivors!" She demanded, but Dylan reassured her that wasn't a good idea. With the blood of her last meal still covering her clothes and the police probably showing up there eventually, it was basically a trap at that point. One he had set.

Eventually, the two of them walked back up the monotonous suburban houses. Back up the broken sidewalks and the cracks covering the asphalt, until they reached Dylan's house. There, they went up to his room, looking out over the high school with the ominous hills watching over everything. Our protagonist then tucked the nameless girl into bed with him, and they both fell asleep. He was with her, but with no more power, he was back where he started. He was bored.