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the way, this is mostly going to be a flashback, as it is one of the most
important ones. Brolo=rat, Rhia.
FLASH!!
He carefully poured the oil all over his "father". Soon the oil was dripping down off of the sofa. Slowly, he set the oil jug down. It made a hollow thump as it touched the ground. He flinched, every fiber of his being focused on the noises around him.
If things went awry now, he would go to prison for life. He took a trembling breath and pulled the matches out of his pocket. He delicately opened the box, selecting a match made just right. Slowly, he closed the box.
This was it. What he had been planning for months had finally arrived. The big moment was here. Suddenly, he froze, worrisome thoughts rushing through his head. What if the fire went to quickly? What if the alarm didn't sound?
What if his mother didn't make it out? This was only supposed to be a murder for one. The air whooshed out of him. He struck the match. Its flame was a small version of his anger towards the man below him. He gritted his teeth and threw the match onto his old man.
Instantly, the oil caught and flames soon flowed all across his father like water. His face was hard and grim as he watched the flames dance. Before long, his fathers' screams rent the air.
That was his cue. As he began to walk away, a burning arm reached out and grabbed his sleeve. He turned, facing his father. "I..." he began in a croaked voice, "I...love..."
With a scowl, he pulled away from the dying man, knowing that his words were not true. As he opened the door, one final piercing scream sounded from the living room. He walked out into the rain, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
Alex hurled himself out of his dream, unwilling to remember anymore. He sobbed quietly for a while, wallowing in regret and self-pity. Then he looked down at Rhia, still lying peacefully in slumber.
He wiped his tears with his sleeve, and bent down to kiss her. Slowly, his lips met her soft ones and his heart lightened. He lay down next to her, wrapping his arms protectively around this angel.
He gave Rhia one last kiss, and fell asleep looking at her perfect face. Alex's dreams turned to happier, more recent memories. The rest of the night passed with a smile on his face.
FLASH!!
He carefully poured the oil all over his "father". Soon the oil was dripping down off of the sofa. Slowly, he set the oil jug down. It made a hollow thump as it touched the ground. He flinched, every fiber of his being focused on the noises around him.
If things went awry now, he would go to prison for life. He took a trembling breath and pulled the matches out of his pocket. He delicately opened the box, selecting a match made just right. Slowly, he closed the box.
This was it. What he had been planning for months had finally arrived. The big moment was here. Suddenly, he froze, worrisome thoughts rushing through his head. What if the fire went to quickly? What if the alarm didn't sound?
What if his mother didn't make it out? This was only supposed to be a murder for one. The air whooshed out of him. He struck the match. Its flame was a small version of his anger towards the man below him. He gritted his teeth and threw the match onto his old man.
Instantly, the oil caught and flames soon flowed all across his father like water. His face was hard and grim as he watched the flames dance. Before long, his fathers' screams rent the air.
That was his cue. As he began to walk away, a burning arm reached out and grabbed his sleeve. He turned, facing his father. "I..." he began in a croaked voice, "I...love..."
With a scowl, he pulled away from the dying man, knowing that his words were not true. As he opened the door, one final piercing scream sounded from the living room. He walked out into the rain, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
Alex hurled himself out of his dream, unwilling to remember anymore. He sobbed quietly for a while, wallowing in regret and self-pity. Then he looked down at Rhia, still lying peacefully in slumber.
He wiped his tears with his sleeve, and bent down to kiss her. Slowly, his lips met her soft ones and his heart lightened. He lay down next to her, wrapping his arms protectively around this angel.
He gave Rhia one last kiss, and fell asleep looking at her perfect face. Alex's dreams turned to happier, more recent memories. The rest of the night passed with a smile on his face.