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Fire? I hate fire. It
brings back all manner of old, painful memories. I can feel the heat
of the flames as we burn the bodies of those infested with Magog
larvae. The smell is horrible and the sound…
It's quiet except
for the crackling of skin and the high pitched wails of dying infant
Magog. We learned the hard way that you can't kill the host and
that will kill the Magog. The infested have to be burned alive in
order to kill the Magog otherwise the little bastards just burst out
and try to find a new host. The host can't feel anything or at
least that's what we tell ourselves as we pile them up and pour
kerosene over their bodies. I hope they can't feel anything cause
the look in their eyes is already enough to make me want to scream.
I use to have nightmares about Siobhan and Declan coming back and
setting fire to me so that I would know how it feels to be burned
alive, to have Magog larvae trying to escape the flames by burrowing
deeper inside.
The Nietzscheans like to use fire too. Sometimes when they'd get bored, the Ubers would surround a portion of the camp and set fire to the shelters just to see how many humans could escape the flames, see what lengths we'd go to get away. People would die long before the fire overtook them, trampled under the feet of the stronger and faster. I remember seeing the Nietzscheans laughing, placing bets on how many would survive.
And who can forget another one of the Niets' favorite pastimes – beating you with a whip until your back is in bleeding ribbons. That's not the end of it though. They sprinkle you liberally with magnesium powder and turn you loose, you think that it's all over and you're home free until that igniter pea snaps against your neck. For just a second there's an intense cold that turns into severe pain as the fire flashes over your skin so hard and fast that it rips the breath right out of you and dumps you into the dirt. The flame dies quick but fire eats at your flesh for hours, no amount of water will quench it, nothing eases the pain but unconsciousness so deep that it borders on comatose. Not that the Ubers are gonna let you nap through their entertainment, they make sure you feel every second of it.
That's why I hate fire.