500 word challenge. Angst.

The crimson and amber flames enveloped the orphanage in a matter of seconds, 'a teen psychopath's crazed mind', the media said. At the time, there was a teacher and two residents of the orphanage in at the time, the others had been on a trip to town that day, but as the minibus had arrived at the orphanage, the building had gone up in searing flames, the strong, distinctive scent of gasoline rising from the fumes. The assembled orphans looked on in horror as the place that had been their home was destroyed. An ageing man came out of the door, coughing. As he fell, three of the private teachers caught him.

"It was B-Beyond. H-he poured gasoline everywhere and he set it o-off." He rasped. A boy of thirteen ran up, shoulder-length blonde hair swaying in the wind, his bloodshot eyes were wide with trepidation.

"Where's Matt?! He wasn't on the trip because of his sprain! Where is he, Roger?!" he yelled, sounding as panicked as he looked.

"I'm afraid that I don't know, Mello..." he replied, still light headed. The boy known as Mello looked at the flaming building with desperation, waiting until the teachers looked away before sprinting into the building, pulling the hem of his black t-shirt over his nose and mouth.

"MELLO, COME BACK!" Yelled a teacher with wavy brown hair in a messy bun. The blonde haired boy ignored their cries, choosing instead to run into the aflame building to rescue his only friend. Inside the building, he could hear manic laughter, most probably that of Beyond. He ignored it and sprinted up the flight of stairs to the dorms where his red-haired friend had been situated with a sprained wrist. He dodged the falling rafters and burning furniture as he turned the corner, making it to the first floor. The blue-eyed teen scampered along the corridor to he and his friend's shared room, kicking open the door. He spotted his friend's red hair immediately, rushing over to his collapsed form.

"MATT!" He yelled.

"Mels..." The red-haired boy spoke softly.

During their reunion, they didn't hear the footsteps.

They didn't hear the footsteps of a psychopath until the last minute. Matt's head snapped around, eyes bulging.

"Beyond... Why are you here?" He asked, oblivious of the elder teen's pyromania. The dark-haired boy's bright crimson eyes were bright and showed the madness within his soul. He walked into the room slowly and silently, an ear-to-ear grin plastered on his face. The boy walked around the room, pouring the liquid in his watering can over everything in the room. He then drew a symbol on each wall, a serpent eating it's own tail.

"What? That's an Ouroboros, the sign for re-birth. What are you doing?"

"I will live again, a better life than this."

He locked the door and took out a lighter, watching the younger boys cling to each other.

The room went up in flames.