Five More Minutes

The sharp scent burned in my nose as Cap emptied the jerry can into the front seat.

A single match. A flick of his wrist.

The fire swallowed the car whole, flames licking the sky like a living, breathing thing. The heat pushed us back, sent shadows flickering across our faces as we stood there, frozen for a fraction of a second, watching it burn.

Then we ran.

I barely felt my legs, barely registered the pavement beneath my feet until I was back in the truck, the doors slamming shut as Travis peeled out of there. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out the roar of the fire, the distant wail of sirens.

This was it. The end of the end.

Or at least, that's what I thought.

But in reality, it was only the beginning.

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