Nice Holystone's incident-
On a warm spring day, a young girl named Nice Holystone was playing with liquid explosive in her back yard.
This is a very piculiar play thing for a young girl, but there is nothing Nice loves more than a beautiful, violent, destructive explosion.
The lights, colors, the wind and the little piece of chaos blows evrything else away and leaves nothing but black chars and detroyed bits and pieces of everything that was standing there- to the young pyromaniac, this is what people should live for.
At least she does, and her broad grin shows it too.
And lucky thing too. Nice is almost ready with the particular explosive in front of her to play later when she gets her best friend Jacuzzi to come play with her. But knowing his cry-baby ways, it will take a lot of coaxing and kind words to gte him to watch the explosions with her.
Nice needs to hurry with this so she can enjoy what she loves in life with her best friend, but all she needs is more more drop from the liquid inside a flask into the small bowl with all of the other ingredients in front of her.
The not-quite-there drop of explosive's ingredient is tediously slow to fall, and Nice leans in extremely close to watch the relunctant drop fall.
Almost.
Almost…
Almost-
A tremedous sound ripped through her head, and then the entire world fell silent.
A sudden searing pain tore at the delicate flesh of Nice's face, making her reach for her pained face. The back pf her head throbbed pianfully when she did this, and realized she was thrown down onto the floor.
The pain of the explosion felt like she was being cooked alive by all the ingredients that fell on her- it really seems so, since Nice can smell and feel her flesh burning.
Adreniline poured through her veins, and Nice could of sworn she could feel every sqaure inch of the burns, not just on her face, but on her arms, neck, collar-bone…
In a second, the shock of pain was over, and Nice did the only thing she could do in this alien, painful and silent world- she screamed for her mother, her father, all her siblings, and within her raw screeching, she begged to god that the pain would stop.
Author's Note:
I respect and admire Nice Holystone from Baccano! a lot. You are strong to go through this physically, and mentally and be able to hide more bombs in her empty eye socket later :)
Nice is so cool~