It was an unforgettable scene later that night as debris littered the entire Southfield neighborhood where Proctor resided. Flames shot thirty, fifty, and even two hundred feet into the air. Moments earlier, a major explosion rocked the entire area. Hidden in the darkness, the Goth girl stood, looking on, entertained by her handiwork. She smiled…..then her face turned to shock when she saw the principal amongst the crowd looking on at the ruins of his home. All that remained was a giant crater. The foundation was blasted into non existence. Several surrounding blocks were also heavily damaged. Rachel cursed to herself.
"Goddammit, I fucked this one up", the teenager thought. She shifted her weight to her other foot. "Time for plan B. I'm gonna give him a scare he'll never forget." She knew what Plan B was and she knew it involved a gasoline tanker. She smirked as she slunk slyly from the scene.
The devastation of the neighborhood was complete. The smoldering ruins of several homes lay nearby, and other homes were engulfed. People were bleeding, injured, or just wandered. Mr. Proctor himself incredibly came out of the ordeal alive and unscathed. And as always FOX2 news showed up on the scene, despite the fact it was 2:30 in the morning, showing cameras, lights, and microphones into the faces of very annoyed residents. It was a miracle no one was killed. However, the lead school cheerleader and former bully, Kitty, lost a leg, as she was Proctor's next door neighbor. Her house was also leveled. The cause was later determined to be a gas leak and explosion. Rachel, however, knew it was anything but.