Chapter 8 Explosion and fire

AN: I know, I know. I'm late from schealude with like three months, but you know what? I don't care. This is my pace sometimes and frankly, I only think that you need to post new chapter quickly if you hadn't done anything in past year or so. With that said, I like to tell you that even if nobody reads this anymore, I love everyone, I repeat, EVERYONE who had readed this story and still kept looking for my next update. My memory is not the best one and if you want real reason why I hadn't been active, it could be that I have forgotten my timetables. Winter does that to me. Don't ask, just roll with it. So now that summer is around the corner, I have been able to clear all that useless waste of time, *cough* school *cough*, I believe firmly that I can continue with my lovely readers! Hope this cleared something, fart maybe?, out of our way and we can start with clean air! Oh, and excuse me for my crappy grammar for before hand.

Missclaimer: Get it? Because even if I want, I would always miss if I called myself invetor of One Piece. No? Well buhuu, now I will cry myself bloody in my corner.

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"Wow, your house... sucks." Heat didn't look at Fang, he just kept going towards his rickety home.

He didn't care if most of planks were moldy and at point of breaking, his only door leaning against bended wall because its hinges gave out years back, his windows smashed and glass being dangerously littered to ground via angry villagers as long he had a roof over his head, even if it leaked in rain, which happened often seeing he was so close to sea, warm bed where he could sleep, even if it was moldy, smelled bad and had suspicious stance, and had food in his fridge, which was broken even before he got it, not that he had a lot of food to begin with.

'The loneliness is worst thought. I can pretend all of those things means nothing to me, but you can't pretend a friend to be with you.' Heat said in his mind as he walked to his house, looked at his broken furnitures and unclean dishes before waved Fang inside his home.

She came in, carefully watching her steps for painful surprises, as she glanced at his living circumstances warily.

"What do you like?" Heat asked, excitement clear in his eyes. After all, this was his first when his friend comes to his house. Younger girl looked around, not knowing what to say.

"Umm... It's very... homie?" He grinded, not hearing or minding her question that her statement turned to.

"Thanks! Can you belive, all of this I found by accident!" His face beamed with joy, not seeing his friend unenthusiastic attitude.

She stared at dirt that reached to roof and was now permanently etched to her sandals before said in small voice, as not to offend her friend. "Oh, I can."

Heat's turned to look at her from his kitchen where he had walked to as she investigated his home. It wasn't much, he knew that, but it was bigger than what he had before. "Did you say something?"

Shaking her head, she responded as she looked at walls in interest, trying to think number of years it wasn't getting cleaned.. "No, I was just thinking out loud."

He blinked but grinded, turning around with two glasses of water in his hand. "Oh, what were you thinking then?"

She sweated little at his innocent question. 'Dannigt! What can I say to him without hurting his feelings?' "Umm, I was thinking about, umm, how this reminds me at my orphan." 'Safe!' She thought as his grin grew little bigger, yet his eyes gained sad tint in them.

"You're orphan too?" She nodded as she took one of mugs, taking little gulp before she answered. "Yeah. Me and Rose are both orphans, that's why we gotten to know each other."

Heat kicked some dirty cloths and other unidentified stuff of from to seat before sat at other one, pointing to Fang to sit on other one. "Really? What was your orphan like?" Fang laid her half full glass at arm of her chair, folded her hands at her lap and took thinking face.

"Let me see... Well, it was huge. About size of mansion and it looked like one.

Our orphan was very popular, not once there was less than ten children there, either because their parents died or because they were leaved at orphans stairs.

I was one of those who were leaved at stairs. In my basket was a letter which told I was accident. I was never wanted by my parents and seemingly, my parents were young and already engaged to someone other, making their relationship and thus me, a sin."

Large gate crieked as it was opened at night, letting one slim figure slip through their iron grips. Figure looked hurriedly behind it's shoulder, imaging that guard would see them, but after realizing that they were hearing their own, continued their tip toying to stairs that leaded to wooden door. Figure suddenly freezed as something snapped at darkness, thinking that now they were surely caught, but yet again were reliefed that nobody was there.

Walking mostly in shadows, gray eyes glemmed in light that came from oil lamp attached to wall. Figure laid something on steps, revalving them to be carrying a basket. Something inside it made small hiccup sound which made figure panic. Crouching before basket, figure tossed its hood away, her white long hair flowing with movement. Gray with slight blue hue eyes looked at baby inside its makeshift cradle who was dressed in white nursery dress. Lady shushed at tearful baby, trying to get baby silent.

"Don't cry for mommy, please baby doll. Mommy don't like see her angel crying, so please don't cry." But baby didn't stop crying. Getting louder with it's hiccups, baby's mother tried to shush her little one before orphanedges staff would wake up. She started humming silently a tone she learned from her own mother, making baby look at her with wide eyes. Humming slightly louder, she broke in singing as she saw her baby listen at her. "Calm down baby, calm down baby. Mother is right here. Don't you cry, don't you cry. Mother will watch over you. So darling, darling. Smile to me and go to sleep." Baby's eyes slumped down, sometimes closing fully before opening again, but when woman hitted last part baby went back to sleeping, allowing her to breathe out in relief. Woman smiled gently down at her spawn, one hand gently going trough baby's slight hair that was coloured like her own.

Lady stayed there, marvelling her baby as she smiled down at it. Quietly, she pulled paper slip from pocket in her clock. Pinning the slip at handle of basket she glanced at sweetly sleeping baby one last time before disappeared in shadows, fleeting swiftly from baby's side. Half a hour from that, one of nannies came to snuff out lamp when she saw basket with note and baby inside it. She lifted wooden cradle and saw that it was a baby girl sleeping in basket. Slight white-ish hair tufted atop of baby's head, showing that she wasn't that old.

Nursemaid tried to look in darkness for somebody, but after seeing only blackness, she leaved her spot in door taking child with her. Once inside, and sure of baby's safety, nanny readed note with baby.

It explained everything, leaving only mother's and father's names untold, which made nurse look at baby with growing distress. After ending the note, nanny looked at baby with fear and hate. At note, it was explained that while baby looked innocent and acted innocent, she was destineited to cause chaos and when she hitted seven all of her caretakers would be killed by demon. Being paranoid, nurse believed all this and told to her co-workers same thing, making all adults iffy about taking care of her, in fears of her turning demon before said time.

Then, when baby was two, they formed a brilliant plan. If she was treated as dust and dirt, she would never rise above them and would stay under they control. From there on, baby was mistreated and abused, making her grow in fear.

Nurses were pleased, demon would stay in their control easily, so they grew argont. They started to bully her, saying to her that she was a mistake, she was never wanted and she should just die. Girl believed this, they were her only parents, how could she not? Miserbaldy, she went with her life, getting used at use of her name as curse and humilaiting shouts she would get at children she lived with. Slowly girl became more quiet and more quiet, making children go more extreme manners to get 'bastad's kid' to react.

Fang bowed her head to hide her tears, not seeing Heat's speechless face.

"At orphan, I was reminded that fact everyday, by adults and kids. They would call all sort of bad things, pushed to ground and not apologizing, taking my toys and food away, saying that 'a bastard kid doesn't need food' and denying all happening when I told to Mrs. Love."

"Who is Mrs. Love?" Fang looked up to see Heat's confused face. "Oh, she was the owner and main nanny at orphan.

Anyways, seeing that I had no proof that I was bullied, I was spanked for telling a lie."

Fang was crying in corner, ignoring her disheveled and bruised self. Some of her age mates thought that it would be fun to see how hard they can push her down the stairs, reason why she was in this pained state. But reason why she was avoiding sitting was because head nurse. Mrs. Love had found battered and bleeding girl down at stairs and had stiched her up at best of her abilities, questioning who did this from silent girl who didn't dare to tell who did this to her. It was after she had preassured smaller female, did girl give names of her tormanters.

You see, Fang had lost hope in adults. She didn't believe that grown ups would believe her anymore, nurses in orphange dissmissed her as white noise and families that took her in, wouldn't even listen her, only saying that if she didn't continue her job, problems would arrive in her school. Or, if they were generous, they would hit her atop of her head and say 'Children are meant to be seen, not heard.' before forced her go through her torture of day.

All of her adoptions were like that. Outside it looked that she was adopted to family, but truth was more gruesome. Orphange rented her as a punching bag to different families, their slogan being 'Help us to bring demon child down!' to make sure she was kept in leash. That was why her young body was littered with scars and wounds and that was also why she despised revalving and skin tight clothes. Over sized clothes covered her memorises away, allowing her to live her life without remembering every bad experience.

So no, Fang didn't hold any trust in Mrs. Love. But her questions and fond actions made Fang's young brains forget about her past and made her trust fully at older female, whose kind eyes and wrinkled face made her look like granmother that everybody would run to if they had problems. Mrs. Love listened with stern look as she told everything, their names, motives and actions, idea of her betraying never entering Fang's mind as she told her story. When she ended it, Mrs. Love stood up and smiled kindly at her as she excused herself, saying that she had to make "couple of phone calls."

She didn't come back to infarmary to pick small six year old and wasn't even seen for two whole days. When she finally did appear, Fang was nervous yet excited. Maybe finally her tormanters would be caught, maybe finally she could get a family that loved her. And so, when Mrs. Love asked to Fang to follow her, small white haired girl followed obiently behind old woman. Their walk was quiet and tense, Mrs. Love walking style was stiff yet fast, almost making smaller Fang to lose sight of her couple of times.

They arrived at Mrs. Love's office, a place that would later come very familiar to Fang in later year. Following grown ups lead, Fang followed her inside, only snapping out from her mind when door behind her was shutted. Turning around, she saw scowl appeared on once gentle, granmother-like face and glem that she was familiar with appear in wise eyes that she once believed were most beautiful thing in world.

'Haven't you be taught of manners, brat?' Scared, Fang backed away from scary lady, who came closer to her, her hands twitching as she spoke. 'It is seen as bad thing to lie, worst even in some times. Yet what is the first thing you, an insolent brat, did to me? Lied!' Her yell made poor girl become even more afraid as she realized there was no escape, her back hitted the wall from blow she got from older woman whose eyes blazed like demons.

A cry came from small mouth as she was ripped from up right position and forced to go on her stomach over head nurse's lap. Her dress was lifted up, allowing better acces to nanny, which succesfully made small girl panic. She has been in these kind of situations many times, usually with men, but everytime before what you would think could happen, either man chickned out or somebody found her.

But for this time, she felt she wasn't going be saved in time. Nanny raised her hand up, eyes glinting evilly as she said coldly. 'From every lie you told to me, you will be punished.' People who walked before Mrs. Love's office could her small girl's cries of pain, but as they knew who it was, went with their way, feeling pleased of their power over small girl.

Heat gasped, he always thought that only boys' were hitted, not girls. Certainly not as pretty as Fang. Fang nobbed her head in response, continuing her tale.

"I was often adopted but I was never... liked so much. I would be in families only day or two before I was sent back to orphange, to place where all either were against me or right out hated me. It was after I became six, did things change."

"Why?" Heat asked, getting a gentle smile as Fang remembered her past. "Rose came to my orphanedge.

Her parents had died when she was five and her uncle took her in. Two years later, her uncle was cold bloodly murdered, forcing her to move to orphan

She was energetic, sassy and social and everybody loved her in seconds, all of the things I was not. At first, I despised her. She was perfect little children, wrapping adults around her fingers left and right.

She too was adopted many times, but her all her adopted families were murdered brutally. People whispered about it in steerts, caling her a curse and other uncivilaized things, but they would forget it as soon as they meet her, becoming another one that would be wrapped around her little finger like puppet strings.

But one thing kept coming back no matter how cute and adorable she was. Her mental state. You see, after all the times those groups were killed, she was found happily singing around bodies, their insides splattered all over her."

Heat shivered, if he wasn't scared of Rose minute ago, he surely was now. Fang continued even when goosebumps appered in her cheeks. "Therapists all said it was from trauma she was inflicted when the murderer of her family and uncle had forced her to do things I rather not to talk about.

Rose herself was becoming more and more insane when she returned to mansion. She was often found looking at kitchen knifes with lust in her eyes, giggling every time someone bruised or cutted themselves, offering kids to find their parents before they disappeared and her clothing were dyed with blood. Only I saw it as she often cleaned her own clothes, which made her look even better in eyes of adults.

After half of year from her moving in, we were forced to become roommates because a new killer had killed parents but leaved children alone. Even though mansion was big, there was limited number of rooms we could sleep in.

At first night we were going to go to sleep, she offered to find my parents. I rejected her offer, making her press me more. I ignored her and after while she slipped she had killed all of them by accident.

She described specifically about their death, how painful it was, how their kids screamed their little throats raw.

I, being horrified, tried to run away but she captured me before I even reached the door. She threatened with knife, one of many that had gone disappearing after she had arrived, the blade almost cutting me as she giggled.

'Now that I had told you that, what are you going to do? Try telling to adults, I will tell you lied and that you were the killer or keep quiet, being always scared what I'm going to do next?"

Fang quieted after that, taking her time as she gulped rest of water, making Heat anxious for more. "And?" Fang laid her glass back chairs arm before continued.

"I decided after second of thinking, to stay quiet. Rose grinded, took her blade from my throat and offered her hand to help me up. I took it warily, still slightly scared of her changing her mind and killing me, but she just kissed me on my forehead, saying 'Now you're my sister.'"

Fang smiled at her memory as Heat touched his forehead, thinking about kiss he got from Rose.

"After that, life started to turn better for me.

Adults who usually sneered or scowled to me, smiled cheerfully. Kids who didn't want to play with me, now almost rushed to me, racing for right to ask to play with me. Life smiled to me back then. I got food, many friends and adults who respected me in just one night.

Another half of year from there and I was starting school, but I missed orphan every minute. More specifically, at Rose, who had become very good friend to me. We were never seeing without other and that was how I liked it.

Killings had stopped too. Of course there was some people still murdered but now it was one person per month compared to fifteen families in a month. Rose had become more normal too. She still giggled as someone got hurt but she didn't out right say that she will find children's parents.

It was week after I turned to seven did my life make one eighty. I was happily coming from school, skipping even if I remember right, and was travelling back to mansion. The gate was unlocked which was unusual but I brushed it away with guessing somebody had already seen me.

Mansion was eerily quiet.

No children were out, no light were on.

Even chimney wasn't smoking.

Carefully, I walked to giant double doors and knocked on the wood." Fang knocked at table three times before said in high pitched voice.

"'Hello. Would somebody open the door?'

Silence was my answer.

No footsteps came towards me, no child laughing at background, nothing.

I knocked again and this time, somebody did come to open the door. It was Rose, in all of her bloody and grinding glory. 'Oh hey, sis! How was your day?' She said cheerfully, not fully opening doors.

'It was fine, but what's happening there? Why are you bloody?' Her grin became bigger as she partly opened door and disappeared from my sight, her laughing echoing from hallway.

I went inside, my eyes searching for familiar faces but I didn't saw any until I came to living room. All adults and kids were piled up, blood coming from their body, forming a poodle under them. Their faces permanently etched with look of fear and surprise.

I screamed loudly at sight of my once friends, their eyes gouged, skinned or cutted up to look like they were smiling.

Rose was right in front of pile, her back towards me as she was crouching over one of adults who had no legs, only arms still intact. 'I told you to stay here, why did you follow me? Well it doesn't matter because now you will die.'

She revalved her knife and as she laughed, plunged it inside nanny's forehead repeatedly. "

Heat glanced outside where black smoke was still coming from before shivered.

"I watched silently as she did it, not knowing what I should do.

After she killed that woman, she lifted the dead body and throved over other ones, dusting her hands as she turned around and saw me. 'What do you think? Is this enough for you?'

My eyes widened at her words and shouted. 'What! What I think! I think you're insane!' She giggled at me. 'Aw, thanks sis. But what do you say? Is this enough revenge to you?'

I blinked. 'Revenge?'

Rose nobbed her hand and pointed at bodies with a grin. 'Yeah, it was these bastards that tortured you, right?'

I slowly nodded, what I should do now running in my head as I looked at all my so-called friends that were now dead." Fang said bitterly, her hands closing to fist as she shook in anger.

"Don't get me wrong, I liked my friends, but every time they did things with me, I could feel that they were forcing themselves to do it.

They would glance somewhere else with longiness or they would momentarily show their true feelings, mainly disgust and hate, but Rose would always appear and all of those things would disappear..."

Fang quieted at end, leaving silence flow to their conservation before she continued softly, her eyes watching her hands as their gripped helm of her shirt.

"I knew that Rose had forced them to be with me, but it still hurt to know that without her, I would still be unwanted. Without her, I could still be unhappy, abused child who was scared of her own shadow.

It was because her, I got a taste of friendship, even if a false ones, and for that I hate yet love her. Because now, I want more of those acted moments of happiness.

I tried to stay positive, maybe it was just my imagination, maybe if I would show them how good girl I was they would want me, but in truth, I know they wouldn't need think twice to save their own skin before ever thought about helping me. So seeing them all dead, didn't bring any other emotion than mixed happiness and sadness.

I was happy because my once tormenters were murder yet I was sad, because they were humans with their whole life in front of them but it was taken away, because of me."

Lone tear fell from her eye, but she wiped it away before it even touched her jaw line.

"You are alright?" She nobbed at Heat's question, lifting her head to send him a small smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Do you want to know rest?" Heat nobbed his head, he had a feeling that this was her first time of telling things like this to anyone, which was true.

"Where was I? Oh yes, after some while of me just standing there as I tried to decided my next action, Rose keeping her grin fresh, I talked.

'Yes. I belive this is enough.' Sis's grin got slightly bigger but she said just two word before started to run.

'Then, run.'

Luckily I obeyed her, seeing the second I reached her, she had run to half way of yard, whole mansion exploded. I turned to look at it, the once majestic house, was now slowly disappearing to flames that licked its wooden structure. It was beautiful in some sick way.

Red hotness melted away all metal, from nails to decorations that were bulted to wall as those same flames ate away all they could, their heat emitaiting to me, making me feel warm. The once intidimating size of mansion had lowered to half while I stared, remembering all the moments that place holded until I realized that this household, this place of my torture and humilation, would be burn to ground before night ended.

I stayed there for awhile, to marvel my home's slow end, but when second explosion erupted I went back running, firefighters yells sounding from other side of destruction telling me that their desperate search of survivors had started.

Rose was waiting for me, our secret tunnel appearing as she pushed a boulder away. We had used it many times before to sneak for adventure so there was our stuff already ready to our escape.

We appeared again outside of village, all of villagers running around to search for buckets and other rescuing items to save already doomed humans. Pity that no one lived.

Rose leaded me to harbour where a small boat waited for us. We had sailed about hundred meters from shore when the whole island exploded loudly.

We surfed on the wave the explosions pressure made before we were so long away that even if we were suspected for murder, it would be impossible to found us.

I still don't know if she had planned that thing or if that was just one of her murder streaks... " She fell silent again, this time ending her story in slightly darker tone.

Heat didn't say anything either. How could he? He was still trying to understand all of situations his friend has been so he couldn't say anything without sounding idiotic.

"Oh, I can answer you. It was a feeling I just got at that moment." Both persons jumped up as different voice ended their silence with amused tone of voice. Turning around, they saw cleaner yet suspiciously wetter version of Rose, who just smirked at their direction.

"It seems you told our history already, sis, even when I spefically told you not to." She playfully glared at Fang, who blushed at sudden rememberness of her promise.

"But do you really belive that I keep my own promise either?" Fang sweatdropped as Rose grinded, oblivious of Heat's slightly fearfull attidute. Or that was he hoped it was.

"So blueno, how was orphan? As shitty as our was or even worser?" He flinched as her eyes turned to look at him, enjoyment of his displeassure clear.

Fang on the other hand had long ago forgotten her professional sitting style as she jumped in her seat, excited of chance to hear her friends past.

"I-I don't know... It's not as amazing as your is and..." Heat stopped as he rubbed his arm, suddenly very shy. Until Rose slapped him. Hard. Hard enough for him to take short fly lesson towards his wall.

"Ow! What was that for, you crazy girl?" She plopped on his seat, one of her leg hanging over other side as her left hand was slung carefreelly over back of chusioned chair, right one laying at floor. She was a lot of taller than both Fang and Heat, a fact that made both of her companios glare at relaxed girl.

Shrugging her shoulders, she answered in not interested voice. "Just because."

A tick mark appeared over boy's head, but he sighed, not wanting to argue about it. "Whatever. So you want to hear about my childhood?" Fang nodded her head, excited of prospect of hearing about Heat as Rose just kept staring at him, her grin growing slightly as her's eyes glemmed in morning turning day sun.

Heat lowered himself to the floor and crossed his legs, laying his elbows at his knees as he took thoughtfull expression. He stayed in that position, Rose got slightly agitaited, but kept her tongue as she saw his face go through emotions she knew. Pain, fear and saddness played over his face, never staying too long, but still indicaiting that he thought about his past.

Silence that lasted for few minutes, was stopped as Heat spoke out in quiet tone, girls ears barely picking words up before got slightly louder. "I had a family once. Loving mother and father, who took care of me and loved me. We weren't richiest of families in town, but we got by."

Images of lively town appeared at their mind, full of joy and laughter. People on road were happily greeted by running children and working adults who were doing their best to harvest fruits of their labor.

"Father run a shop, where I would sometimes work between my studies and helping my mother."

Image zoomed on town, which while wasn't that large, was always moving and making noise. Image zoomed even more and stopped at small store where large man carrying big crates came from. Behind him, much smaller boy came carrying much smaller crate.

People at street gave way for two males, sneering behind their backs, but not showing it when boy looked behind them. They went towards small house around the corner where large ship yard was. Man walked ahead of boy and went through door that was left open to invite customers to there. Man greeted happily at owner of shop and dropped his box down after he had walked behind counter.

Boy, that reached just under bigger man's thigh dropped his box down too and clapped his hands, acting like he had lifted more than his Father. Man laughed at this to himself and went back to shop part, saying his good-byes with smaller voice chimming with him, before both walked back to their own store, joking and laughing all the way back. Heat smiled gently at memory, his mind painting his Mother, always smiling and helpfull.

"Mother was a beautiful lady. Blue hair resembling water, flowing behind her small back. Blue eyes full of happiness and love, sprinkled across her face was freckles which somehow made her look even more energitic. She was a gentle woman, who was in good faith of people goodness."

Man and boy got back at shop their previsiouly walked out and were greeted by woman, who was full of energy and happiness. Man walked to her and grabbed her to kiss her, which made boy at sidelines gag at them. Couple released each other and laughed at faces their child made at their activities.

"Father towered over Mother and I, yet never got angry. His hands were rough due lifting heavy crafts and boxes, but handled both of us with utmost carefullness. He was once a pirate, but stopped it after I was born, not wanting to leave Mother all by herself.

Villagers" Heat's nose wrinkled as he scowled at word. "were at first against him.

They wanted to stay 'pure and criminal-free town', but after a while, they leaved his case alone." He smiled to himself as he remebered better days in his life, but lost all warmness as he continued.

"Years later, when I about eight, villagers got slightly restless. Reports of pirates taking over neighbourdhood islands have made them suspicous of Father and not long after first report, did first death threaths appear."

He quietened for awhile, slightly bending neck towards ground so that he didn't need to show his face to two sisters. Fang was watching older boy with large eyes, never would have she thought that someones could be so stupid. If a person has stopped being a pirate years ago, why would they be immediately guilty of things that happened around the world? That's what she thought as she looked at her new friend who appearantly lost his family because of that.

Rose was extremly relaxed. She had somehow sunken herself inside of chair even more, her position changed so that her torso was on seat cushion, her head probbed up with her hands as rest of her body was thrown at back of seat, making her position look very uncomfortable. Her shoeless and sockless feet kept her legs up, being anchored at chair's up side. After few seconds, he continued.

"I still remeber that day... Mother had being cooking dinner when brick was thrown at outsides."

Woman from before was humming a tune of lullaby when she was stirring soup on range. She lifted spoon she was stirring with to her lips to taste at her food and hummed more loudly as she tasted her creation. She grabbed salt from counter and slightly drizzled it at food before went back to her soup making. Suddenly glass before her cracked when something hitted it, flunging glass everywhere and making woman behind stow scream loudly.

"Me and Father came to see what was happening."

Young boy, not older than eight, came running to kitchen with his Father, who had being counting profit they had made in a month. Father immediately saw brick and quessed what had happened. Man picked offended object and exmined it, looking for clues why it would be thrown inside their home. At one side, a note was etatched to brick, letter indicaited to him. He quessed it would be somekind hate letter to him. His quess was confirmed when he readed the note that was tied around brick.

"I was old enough to read, but Father kept note far away from my prying eyes so that I could only read few sentances here and there. Father told us that it was just some kids who had throwned it, but we, my mother and me that is, knew better from his frown."

Man tried to reassure his family, hiding his panic with smile, but his family wasn't as easily fooled as he thought. Both saw how their Father's smile was tight, his eyes betraying his feelings. But they kept it to themselves, as to not to make their Father feel even more distraught about things.

"We didn't say anything to Father about what we thought about it, thinking it would make things worser and so we forgot about that. We lived our life as happy as before even if Father had become more distant. We believed this would end switfly. We were wrong."

Father was staring at kitchen table, his bloodshot eyes blinking slowly as he stayed awake yet another night. His beard was growing out from its usual place, looking more unkept than ever like his hair.

He knew that he should be sleeping, his wife and child were, but he just couldn't do it. Too many thoughts flied around his mind and too many possible out comes of this situation made him cringe.

A small boy was standing at door way, silently watching his Father who kept looking at table. Boy didn't know what made his dad come to kitchen every night, but he guessed it had something to do with that note. Unseen to both males, mother of family was observing both her child and husband, worry clinging over her usually happy face.

She knew exactly why both her husband and children were up, as she had got same feeling of dread tonight when she was sleeping. For some reason, at nape of her neck, her hair strands shot up and goosebumps appeared all over her slender arms. She had put hastly one of her robes and came to living room, intending to get herself a glass of water, when she saw males there, each hypnotized by their object.

After while, Mother went to her kid and touched his shoulder gently, breaking boy's focus. 'Go back to sleep, darling. I will watch over your father.' Boy looked up at her, his black eyes glimmering at moon light before he nodded and walked to his room, only after he gave one fleeting look at his father, who was staring darkly and silently at wood.

Lady walked silently to man and, like with her son, laid a hand at his shoulder. Like boy, man was snapped out from his daze and looked up at his wife, who was smiling sadly at him. Man gave same saddned smile to his wife before yawned. Woman's smile turned to gentle as proposed that they, emphising at they, should go beck to sleep too. Man nodded his head and lifted himself up before stumbled towards their bedroom that resided across living room.

Boy's room was next to their's, being only other room besides master bedroom, kitchen and living room. Before they trully went to their shared room, parents went to their child's room and stared at innocently sleeping child, who was their symbol of love. Both pressed their lips at his forehead, saying silent good nights to unresponsive child and went to their own room, blisfully ignorant of people traveling towards their house.

Clothed with black and walking in secrecy, group of adults were going to small house that housed three persons they hated. Some were handling glass bottles with string coming out from top as others wore malicous grins, their eyes glinting with sadistic pleassure in moon light. Persons with bottles walked to windows as others stayed at safe distance, some silently laughing to themselves as flames caught hold of cotton strings. They counted silently to three before throved bottles in, liguid inside them seen in pale moon light.

Father and Mother woke up at sound of glass breaking, but due their sleeping minds thought nothing big of it. They laid their heads back to pillow, not smelling alcohol or hear how their home was slowly burned down by hateful villagers.

Back at outside, citizens were watching with glee as flames could be seen from living rooms windows. Fire roamed inside small room, eating and devouring everything inside it from curtains that Mother had put to wooden floor that Father had done by himself. Furniture that couple had bought, were now in flames, only a small obstacle in their restless journey to destroy all in house.

They were licking at boy's locked door, trying to break through barriage that was built as another branch of heatness wormed its way to master bedroom where two adults sleeped, unknowingly breathing their last breaths.

Boy woke up as smoke started to fill his small room, coming from door cracks. Boy sat up, coughing like person who had smoked cigarettes through their whole life, and rubbing his watering eyes away from sleep sand. 'Mommy?' Boy asked out loud and coughed again until called for his parent louder. Boy slipped out from his blanket, small feet slapping against unusually warm floor, coughing all the while.

'Mother?' Child questioned, not knowing that his parents were already dead by suffocation. In dark boy noticed how something gray flowed inside from door cracks and how house felt more warmer than ever. Tenderly boy tried to touch door knob, only to quickally withdraw his hand away before it would burn.

'Mother!' Boy shouted before was sent to coughing fit, his small fists slamming against surprisingly strudy door. Door crieked and wailed for being hitted from both sides but didn't give in. Child looked around, starting to become hysterical as he searched for a way out of room-turned-to-deathtrap. No windows were at his room, solid walls erupted all around him and his seemingly only escape route was blocked by hungry flames that had started to eat their way through door.

Boy sweated as heatness wafted through thin wood panel, promissing his death been slow and painful. Boy's eyes went over his proprity, looking for something that could help him in this dilema. But nothing caught his eyes. The small dresser at corner of his room was too heavy for him as well was his metal bed. His chair was made of wood so it was no help, table was too big to fit from door way and toy chest at end of bed wouldn't do much as it was too heavy to be used as tool. So, either way he looked, he was deep in shit.

Boy suddenly collapsed against wall, coughing his lungs out as tears falled freely from his black eyes. Imagine and thoughts of death bursted in his head, his mind painting gruesome picture of him and his family death which made small eight year old to cry his heart out. 'Bye bye Mother. Bye bye Father. Hope we will see each other in Heaven.' Little male thought, his mind set of him not surviving this. Suddenly he stood up and observed at door that was nearly burned through. A frown settled itself over boy's face as his innocent eyes watched and calculated. He glanced once again at his room and nodded for once, a plan forming in his head.

Door wailed as it was hitted again but gave out as something covered in blue tumbled out. Blue clocked boy shot up and ran towards his only exit, knowing that he had only one chance. Glass crunched under his bare feet and flames licked his small form as he ran to window and jumped out, fending his body with a feeble blue quilt that his mother had done to him for two years.

He hitted ground hard, he thought he heard something snap but as adrenal was running in his veins he didn't know he had dislocated his ankle. Breathing fresh air in his smoke filled lungs, he realized that blanket over his shoulders was smoking. Throwing it down, he stomped on it in hopes of dampening it. Well, it did dampen, but not with what he thought was water.

As extra meassure, making sure that none of they could draw another breath after this night, vandals had drizzled area around house with flammable essence which now had been sucked into boy's inheritance. Beautiful colours that once were indigo, dripped out from small quilt to ground, gaining mournful frown and few tears from young boy. His mother had done this for him and it was best birthday present he would ever get. Her love was absorbed to warm material and everytime he felt scared, he would wrap himself into it and relished her warmth. That was why he came out with it as his only defence. But now it could serve as his memory string, through it he could always remember her. Gently, scaring that it will break if he gripped it too hard, he lifted now white blanket that smelled awfully.

Explosion right next to him snapped him out from his thoughts and made him fall to ground by scare he got. His wide eyes glemmed as he watched at flames that were reaching sky to this point, black sky gaining reddish hue over fire.

"I lost my home, father and mother in just one night."

AN: And just because I can, a cliffhanger! Handfull of kisses both male and female alike from darling little me. Let's see what kind of craziness I can think off getting my inspiration from! This is Rose, signing out!