"Okay, first we pay Jonesy the pyro a visit, then we see about MR. Scarecrow, I'll save Hector for last." The crow nodded in agreement. Working from the bottom up, it was my way of doing things. Finding Jonesy wasn't fairly hard; the place stunk from a mile away. "You stay here I'm going to see if anyone's home. The Old building used to be an old museum of natural art, now it was a graveyard of sin. You could tell that the slumlord hadn't been by lately. On account that all the windows were busted out on the front entrance. When I stepped in the courtyard a couple of kids stopped and stared. " Hello" no response " I hate to interrupt your play time, but I was wondering if anyone of you could direct me to Mr. Jonesy's apartment" The one who was the tallest came forward " We don't want no huta's coming around here" I smiled the calmest smile I could " No I'm not a cop, I just want to speak with him about a car" They caught me in a lie. "He don't own no car ese', no one around here does." They were smarter than I thought " Obviously you're the brains of the outfit right?" He gave me a look meaner than a convict " Yeah, so what of it?" He challenged " I got no beef with you guy's, I'm just looking for Jonesy to have a conversation with him, a secret conversation that I can't tell anyone about, you get me" Yeah they knew all about secrets, and from the looks of them, they were probably holding horrific secrets among themselves. " I know your just trying to protect the youngster's, and that's metale, But I come with no disrespect" He nodded " Your here to kill him right" I was caught off guard " Something along that line, yes" He smiled the happiest smile I have ever seen a little boy smile "He stay's with my mom in number fifteen, She's a good mom don't hurt her." I nodded " Not a hair on her head" And I slapped him five. As I turned my back to them one of the younger girls came over to me "Are you here to make him stop hurting me" I Knelt down beside her " Yes angel, he will never bother you again" she smiled " Don't kill him, even thought he hurt us bad, I know that his mommies and daddies did it to him too" I kissed her on the cheek and walked away. The only sound coming from the apartment was a women's sobbing, then a man screaming. "Shut up bitch you know you liked it" She was still quite. I rapped at the door lightly " GO AWAY!" I knocked again " Fuck bitch did you call the cops again you fucking cunt" I heard the sound of a punch connecting with a jawbone then silence. Then I heard the top lock turn. I kicked in the door and walked in. He was sitting on the floor holding a broken nose " You fucking cabron that was my fucking..." He turned clay when he saw me standing by the closed door. "Hello Jonesy, how are things" He made the sign of the cross and continued to hold his bleeding nose " No fucking way I'm seeing this" I laughed " Your dead man" I sat on a near by stool and dusted of my coat " Well, I wonder what someone might say to that, BOO" He jumped back " Look man, I swear it was never my idea to torch the pad, scarecrow set the whole thing up man." I stared at him like a lion would stare at his next meal. " One question, why?" He glanced down for a moment " It was a fucking job man, we were supposed to clear the building, landlord said it was going to be shut down, health violations, building ordinance problems, said it be worth more in insurance money" Money, its always money " What about the people inside, what about them" He was silent " No one was supposed to be home, landlord said he paid some of the tenants off, let them get a few things and told them when we would be coming, No one was supposed to be there" He started to cry " I swear man I would have never even gone through with it if I thought for one second it was going to go down the way it did." He reached for a dirty shirt and held it to his nose. "Your not going to kill me are you" I smile "Maybe have decided yet, Where's this land lord?" He shook his head "Hell man you don't want to even fuck with it, hell you pulling a fucking undead shit is bad, but id rather die then face what he'd do to me for ratting him out" I stood up and walked toward him "Is that your final answer" he stared at the floor "Kill me" I reached over and poked the tip of his nose "Does that hurt Jones" He started crying again "No I'M not going to kill you Mr. Jones, but it goes without saying that you do need to pay for what you did" I grabbed to side's of his temples and forced all the memory's of dieing and what it feel's like to see the face of the creator. "You must understand that no living man has ever seen the face of god, I can only imagine the damage it will do to your body" He was convulsing on the floor, then nothing. A blank stare and shallow breathing was all that he would ever be able to do for the rest of his life.