It was a chilly night on the fourteenth of November. Three people are hanging around and plotting at a place they shouldn't be. The place they are is Earl Cahill church, a place of respite for people around the area of Saints Row. There is no moon in the sky, only adrenaline and cigarette smoke. "Come on", one of them said, "This is your chance". "I don't know", the one tha is being egged on said, nerves in his voice, "It's risky". The other two laughed, "Everything is risky in life, it's whether you bite the bullet is the difference". The nervous person sighed, they had warnings and alarms going off but waved them off as best they could. "Make the difference", the one smoking said, "Don't be a loser and fuck off as others would". The person entered the church that was part wood and rest made out of stone. It all felt wrong, but the person pressed on. They took a deep breath and exhaled. It was now or never. The floor was laced and all they had to do was start the fire. They couldn't claim they were Billie Joel and didn't. The person closed their eyes and threw the match that had been struck onto the floor. Now they had to run.
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In Flames
Teen FictionWhen a prominent church is burned down with ties to murder and rumours of the occult, detective Marlon and Earl are put on the case to solve it. Join them as piece by piece, they find out the truth and who is guilty of his crime.
