Vixen's Revenge [COMPLETED]

Chapter 19

THE PHANTOM

I hadn't even started carrying out my plan when I heard the sound of someone banging on metal. They found the lockers. I needed to work faster.

I poured three gallons of gasoline all around the house. I threw two of them through an open window and took a long rope out of my bag.

I left a little gasoline in the last gallon. I covered the rope in some of it. I put one edge of the long rope in the gallon and ran across the street with the other end. I hid in some bushes and waited for two minutes.

By now they've found all my old documents. I can't let them take it to the station. I wanted to be in complete control of all the evidence the police found. I just wanted to be in control, was it so hard to understand?

I pulled out a lighter and flicked it open. I watched the yellow orange fire flicker in the surrounding darkness.

Tonight was going to be fun. At least for me.

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JENNA

We were shocked by all that we found in the locker. Old documents and pictures of The Phantom. Well, he wasn't really a Phantom anymore. His name was Rick Ripley. He had a severe personality disorder, and he has been confined in a mental facility since he was fourteen.
He escaped six years ago and was believed to be dead.

The discovery was shocking to all of us.

"Look what it says in this old newspaper!" Calla began. "It says that when he was fourteen he stabbed his little sister with a pencil just because she wouldn't change the channel!"

This guy is insane! I exclaimed. He shouldn't be living freely with the rest of society!

Luke nodded in agreement, "We have to take this with us," Luke said. "Plus some of these newspapers are from last week, which means he's been here not to long ago!"

"If we tell the police this, they can come here and wait until he comes back and arrest him!" I exclaimed.

Suddenly there was a loud clanking noise from upstairs.

"What was that?" I asked.

I didn't hear the answer.
All I heard was a huge explosion.

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LUKE

Smoke started to fill the whole basement. "What's happening?" Jenna asked in panic.

"This cursed place is on fire that's what's happening!" Calla shrieked. "We need to get out now!"

"What about the evidence?" Jenna asked.
"We'll just have to take as much as we can!" Calla said.
So we all loaded as many papers as we could into a backpack in the basement and ran up the stairs.

We ran through the dining room and the kitchen. We made a beeline for the front door.
I was leading, and I was unaware of the large flaming beam falling from the ceiling.

"Luke watch out!" Jenna screamed.
She pulled me back right before the beam could squash me underneath it.
Jenna and I both fell on the ground, and Calla helped us up.

"Thanks, Jenna," I said gratefully.
"Don't mention it," Jenna shrugged.
We turned to see the damage.

The beam landed in our path, make a fire wall between us and the door.
The door was absolutely blocked.

"Damn it!" I cursed loudly.
We were stuck.

"There has to be another way!" Jenna insisted.
"How?" Calla asked
"Maybe a back door or something! He can't have only one exit!"