Caillou felt the flames burning closer and closer, he was running out of time. His Gucci slides were melting from the heat. Suddenly, the entire mansion slid off its foundation and crashed into a nearby river. He tried to swim towards the surface, but a falling concrete fragment struck his head. Caillou fell unconscious.
He woke up on a shore, his body covered in sand. The sun's heat beating down on him like his father used to. He looked over his shoulder to find something washed up next to him. A young boy, about Caillou's age, burnt to a crisp. He reached into the boys pocket and pulled out his wallet. Inside were lots of stolen credit cards, counterfeit dollar bills, and a library card. To Caillou's horror, Leo's name was printed all over the card. He didn't make it. Caillou was going to find who was responsible, no matter what.
He limped across the country, mile by mile, until he reached the pentagon in the dead of night. One office window was left open, the perfect opportunity for a break in. Once inside, he headed straight for the nearest computer. Caillou found a report on the FBI's raid of his mansion. The leader of the operation was Special Agent Ben Dover. "He was the one who blew the place up", Caillou thought. Hatred filled his heart, and dark thoughts clouded his mind. Coincidentally, Agent Dover lived right across the street. Caillou hatched a plan to exact his revenge. Dover would die exactly like Leo did. He disconnected the power line going into the house. The gas valve was closed shut. Next, he clogged all the sinks and toilets in the house so that they would flood. Gallons of water spilled onto the floor. He locked the front door then waited. Dover woke up soaked, and made his way toward the window. He saw Caillou with the two halves of the power line in his hands. Caillou waved goodbye as he shoved the two wires together, restoring the house's electricity. In a blinding flash of sparks, the entire building short circuited. Dover's spine arched as millions of volts shot through him like bullets. His flesh melted, burned, then crisped. And for the grand finale, Calliou yanked the gas valve back open, sending a flammable cloud into the room. It only took one spark to ignite it. An enormous explosion ingulfed the property in flames. The sound was so loud, it boomed across the entire city. The shockwave caught Caillou off guard, sending him flying into the street. He was blinded by the headlights of a oncoming truck, speeding right toward him. They collided, smashing Caillou into the ground.
Everything was black to him, and time had seemed to stop. Suddenly, a ghostly figure emerged from the darkness. It was none other than Caillou's long dead Grandma, who was presumed to have burned in a house fire. "Grandma? But I thought you died? Wait… am I dead?" Caillou asked. "Yes and no. You see, I have brought you back to life. With a purpose." Grandma explained further, "When you snorted my ashes, I became a part of you. I've been watching your actions over the past few months. Caillou, you are quite the natural born killer. I need your help with something. Your father needs to die." Caillou was confused as to why his Grandma would want to kill her only son. Grandma sensed his confusion, "Everybody thought the fire was my fault, they were wrong. That bastard had always had a thing for arson. He killed me, and now I need you to return the favor." It all made sense to Caillou now. He knew what had to happen.
He awoke in handcuffs, in the back of a SWAT team truck. The government had found him. They were headed towards a maximum security prison.
To Be Continued...