Burned Bridges
Dedicated toooooo…..
Audrey and Sadie, I LOVE YOU GUYS! 3
Axel stood and laughed long and maliciously as he watched the flames rise and dance illuminating the night. They climbed up the drywall and took over the roof, the gardens outside were finished and the concrete sidewalk charred with a black residue left on them.
He watched as windows melted and the long ivory curtains on the inside caught fire quickly and the smoke billows up even darker than before from the new fuel. In the parking lot a black vintage mustang exploded and barrel rolled to the neighbor's yard. Axel started to jog over and sit in the forest behind her house once he heard the sirens screech through the night.
But they still weren't there and he couldn't tear his eyes from the flames. They now were covering the whole house, garden, and patio. The house turned black and the third floor caved as a loud yell from the house could be heard. "That's what you get you whore…" Axel muttered still staring like he was a boy seeing his first Playboy.
The siren got louder and in a couple of seconds three long red fire trucks pulled up into her yard. Two dozen men climbed out and fastened their hoses to nearby hydrants and as a trio they sprayed from the bottom to the top. After a full hour they got it out and by them police were there.
Axel pulled on his navy jacket and pulled up the hood to hide his bright red hair as he fled out of the forest and back to his home. He didn't care much to find out what the cops were asking but he knew his house was the first stop so he had to get their before they did.
He ran down the long streets several people glaring, he had a rep as the trickster and if he was running like he was it had to be bad.
Out of breath he made it to his small home. It wasn't a broken down shack but it wasn't a luxury filled place either. He had wood floors in a dark maple color while the walls were a sandy shade. He has a couch that was the same tint as the walls and the TV set accented the floors. His kitchen was connected to the living and dining room while the bathroom and the bedroom were separate.
He ran to the bathroom and applied some make-up to give him that JUST-Woke-Up-Don't-Bother-Me look and took off his jacket showing a black and tight wife beater and he took off his baggy cameo pants showing black pinstriped boxers and he ruffled his hair a bit. Perfect.
And he sat on the couch while showing off to himself by doing a count down. They will be here in five…four…three…two…one! Right on cue the doorbell chimed and he tossed on the couch making a grunting noise making sure that the cops heard him.
"Mr. Natchetmere please, open the door. We have some serious business to discuss." The cop's voice echoed a bit in the room and Axel got up shuffling his feet to the door and he opened it rubbing his eye, but being careful not to screw up the make-up.
The cop was short and fat and he was holding an éclair in one hand. "Sir, are you aware that a fire just broke out at your ex-girlfriend's house." Axel smiled "Which one?" the cop didn't like his humor much really. "Larxerene De' Tario and were you there at the crime?" Axel looked off for a moment chuckling.
"Sir," He started mocking him. "No, I've been asleep… What's the damage?" The town's people are smart enough not to snitch; they know they'll be next. The cop furrowed his brow, "This is no time for games squirt!" Al though Axel was a good three feet taller than him. "She died and you being her ex makes you our prime suspect."
"Okay, is that all sir?" The cop clenched his fists and looked like he was about to yell but he just stomped his foot and pulled Axel down by the shirt,
"Listen here worthless piece of shit, this woman was in a very prestigious family and once forensics get us our evidence they will hire ten lawyers and sue your sorry ass to jail. But if you fess up now maybe we can get you a 70 year sentence."
Axel grabbed the man's wrist and pulled it off of him then pushing him away before he glares sharply. "Do you know how many people she's slept with? There are at least fifty guys who would want to do that and honestly that slut deserved it." Axel slammed the door and sighed heavily.
And I'd do it all again just to see those flames.
Axel looked through the window to see the man stomp off to his car and radio someone before flicking me off and driving away to probably get another doughnut. He walked off into the bathroom and took a cotton ball and gently dabbed off the make-up so he didn't irritate his eyes.
He was already in his sleep wear so he walked over to his bed and pulled back the sheets. He slid into them and rolled onto his side; one hand under the pillow supporting his head while the other just sprawled itself out. He closed his eyes slowly and started to dream.
He dreamed of the fire, his ex's face before she died, and how he would be laughing once some random guy gets accused for it. Then in his dream the strangest thing happened…in the flames he saw himself. He was leaning over the window sill of the third story and crying. With streaks down his face he watched as the flames burned him and how he died. Later watching some masked man hover over him and laugh like he did at Larxerene.
But it's dream, right?
A dull thud came and Axel rolled out of bed in a cold sweat and rubbed his head muttering curses and walked to the bathroom scratching his bum on the way there.
The tile in the bathroom was chilled from how he kept the bathroom widow open to cool off the house since it was turning to winter and it was chilly out. He lazily took off the shirt and his boxers walking into the scorching hot water and relaxing immediately.
The water washed off the thin film of sweat from his and he rubbed the vanilla shampoo through his hair and then followed it up with conditioner that smelled like apples fresh picked.
He finished when he felt like not a speck of dirt was anywhere and he stepped out with a towel lowly wrapped around his wait and his hair damp sticking to his neck. "I hate my hair when it's wet…" He protested to no one as he dried himself off and turned on his hairdryer leaning a hand on the counter while the other was holding it to random sections of his hair until it was all frizzy and dry.
He grunted at the hair's mess and then straightened it before pulling it back into a spike pony tail. He applied a thin line of red mascara on the outer bit of his eyelid, on the upper and lower ones.
He dressed and cooked some breakfast of eggs and sausage scarfing down every bit and tossing away the plate and raising the silverware for later washing. He ran out of the house slipping on his gloves and outside he was kindly meted by some men in blue uniforms.
Damn the cops…think Axel think!!!
He walked up casually to the one who stepped forward and asked. "Ummm…" He poked the man's cheat making him stumble back a few steps. "What are YOU doing here? Shouldn't you guys be chasing some jelly filled?"
He got aggravated and punched Axel across the face and he fell onto the ground and the cop threw another punch but Axel caught it with his hands. "Hey there sunshine! Got somethin' up your butt don't cha' now?" At that the other twenty something cops all ran and tackled Axel at once. Afterwards claiming he was 'A threat to the peace' they all tazered him…with the hooks too.
He passed out from lack of oxygen and from the shock of twenty six tazer guns. When he awoke he was in a small white room and he was on a bench in an orange jumpsuit and his hands were cuffed behind his back. He sat up and looked around. A man was sitting on another seat opposite of him and he looked like a doctor for three year olds.
"Hey there Axel, I was sent here to let you know that you have been taken to court for the arson of a house and for the death of Larxerene. You have," He sadly sighed like he was about to tell one they had AIDS. "a life sentence and possible death sentence." But AIDS had nothing on this. I took in a sharp breath like I was kneed in the stomach and swallowed hard.
Death sentence.
"They didn't allow a trial or even a chance for you to make a statement because of how afterward the people from your town spilled on all of the other felonies. Only one person uttered not a word, I think her name was something odd like Fuu." Axel looked up with urgent eyes at the name a laughed a little nervously.
"She would barely talk to anyone. I was the only one she'd say a sentence to." Axel smiled a bit as he gripped the sides of his head. It was all a joke to him until this, life in jail or get shocked to death. What does a person choose? With living he'll be stuck in a metal world but in death he won't be able to see him mom again.
Yes, he loves him mom to death. She is living in another state but they talk everyday on the phone and his mother is as active in his life as a person can be three states away. When everyone dubbed him a 'Bad seed' she would fight to get him in school and would fight to make sure her son got everything he needed.
And if she found out I was in jail for arson. Damn…what the hell can I do?! People get RAPED by other hairy men in jail. But my mom wouldn't want me dead! Maybe I can break out---no. They will kill me if I'm caught. I have to just live it out and put up a tough skin. I may be here but my ass ain't getting kicked.
He didn't realize someone else walked in, a guard. He yelled something at Axel and yanked him up by the arm. Axel let his face contort into anger as he was dragged off. He started to struggle so two other guards, all with ripped bodies, tackled Axel and tightened Axel's cuffs. They then asked, "So you bastard…are you going to go hard now?"
Axel sneered "No, oh no! I want you to carry me like a newly wed bride!" Axel smiled and batted his eyes like a little girl; the guards laughed and gave him a smile. "You're going to get along with your inmates juuusssttt fine."
As they went the cuffs digged deeper into Axel's flesh until they cut him and drew blood. He let out a small gasp of surprise once he heard a loud clank of metal on metal by one of his inmates. He was in a cell and he was wearing the same orange jumpsuit. He had cuffs even tighter one that left scabs and his eyes went lazy and he drooled onto his long grey beard. He shouted insanely,
"Blood, BLOOD! HAHAHAHAH—"
He was cut off by a guard running into the cell and sticking a needle into his arm, shortly after he fell asleep. Axel looked over with wide eyes. The guard who laughed the loudest out there felt the need to inform him. "That is one of our most psychotic prisoners. His name is Tommy Geez. He is in here for imitating Jack the Ripper."
Axel looked away as they finally reached an old musty cell. It was cell number 813 and looked like it was never filled. Under the number was a fire emblem with a blood drop in it. "Just so you know it has a fire thing to show that you're an arsonist. The blood drop means you've killed too. So…welcome home loverboy." He pushed Axel into the cell and dragged it shut.
This was going to be a long night.
