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Title: You Don't Understand.
Not that good yet, but I'll need to fix it.
"Hello..." a voice stated.
"Go away, you...creature."
"Come here. Don't make me do this the hard way."
"No! You can't take me away. I don't want to be your...guinea pig."
"Come to papa."
"NO! I'll do it! I'll set this place on fire!"
"You will do no such thing, not with your daughter here!"
"I will do it Mr. Bennet, I swear I will."
"Ah. And risk your daughter, that little, innocent girl?"
"I don't care about her."
"Ah, what about Nathan?"
"Nathan, ha! I don't care about him either."
"You're heart's made of stone, do you know that?"
"Ah, but you see, I don't care."
"Come with me."
As a fire starts to form on her hand, she says, "Not if I can help it."
The temperature in the room continues to rise as she continues speaking, "All I ever wanted was his money, not his daughter. But then, I had to have her, otherwise, I wouldn't get his money.
"You see. I already had this all planned out. I would fake my death and run. Nobody would ever know a thing, only that it was an accident."
"Goodbye, Mr. Bennet."
As the house catches on fire, Nathan enters, holding Claire.
"What's happening Meredith?"
"Oh, you won't be needing to know that Nathan."
"But, you can't do this! You can't blow this place up. I won't let this happen!"
"Goodbye Nathan."
As the house is set ablaze, Nathan tries to escape the burning house. Out of panic, he finds himself thirty feet above the ground, and Claire was nowhere to be seen.
He drops to the ground in panic, and blacks out.
Meanwhile, Mr. Bennet hauls Claire away, with no burns on her skin, although she had been set on fire only a minute ago.
Nathan is dragged into the car, and then his memory is wiped by the Haitan.
THE END.
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