Burn it to the Ground

"Would you come on?" Mark snapped impatiently. He was already down on the ground and now he was just waiting on James. "We've already waited long enough as it is."

"I'm coming you asshole," James snapped as he kept climbing down the side of the house. "And I told you a million times why we had to wait. We had to make sure your stupid ass has an alibi." He jumped the rest of the way down to the ground. "You're the one who wants to set the damn funeral parlor on fire, not me."

"Yeah, I really don't understand your reasoning here," Mark said as they started walking to the funeral parlor, a.k.a., his house. "You've been killing people for about a year now. You murdered your own father a week ago and I know you're planning on killing Mommy Dearest. Yet for some reason, you do not want to help me kill my parents by helping me burn my house down."

James just shrugged. "I'm just not in the mood to do it tonight. I'll watch you do it though."

Mark rolled his eyes. James really got on his nerves sometimes. "You're a fucking moron. Why hasn't your mom told the cops about what you did? I thought she was dying for a chance to get rid of you."

"She can't go to the cops. Mom's involved with some drug deal with some fucking guy named Zeus. She knows I know about it, and she knows I'll take her down with me if she goes to the pigs."

"The family that blackmails each other stays together," Mark said as they snuck into his garage. "That's rather poetic." He grabbed the two heavy containers of gasoline he had placed in there several hours ago. "Get the door," he ordered, indicating to the side door that led directly into the room where his father kept the caskets.

James opened the door and followed Mark into the house. It was completely dark and quiet. It was about one in the morning and everyone was sleeping, just like Mark knew they would be. He began to pour the gasoline in every room as quickly as he could. James followed him, finding a lollypop in his pocket and then sucking on it as obnoxiously as he could. "It's so sweet," he moaned happily. He held it out to Mark. "Want a lick?"

Mark glared at him. "What I want is for you to shut the hell up and suck more quietly."

"You wouldn't be saying that if I was sucking something of yours."

That little comment almost made Mark drop the container of gasoline he still had left. "What did you just say?"

James grinned. "You heard what I said."

"Yeah, and I'm going to pretend that I didn't." Mark muttered. He finished pouring the gasoline everywhere and then pushed James out the door. He handed James the empty gasoline containers and put on one of his leather gloves. Then he took out a match, lit it, and threw it on to the trail of gasoline he had left behind.

It didn't take long for the entire house to go up into flames. Mark and James started to take off running, but then James happened to glance back and saw something that made him stop in his tracks. "Holy shit!"

"What?"

"Glenn's still in the house!"

Ah fuck, I forgot about him, Mark thought to himself as he turned around. Sure enough, he could see Glenn standing in the living room and he was surrounded by flames. He thought for sure his little brother was going to just burn up when the little fucker just plain jumped through the window and started rolling around the ground. "Good boy," he muttered. He grabbed James by the shirt and made him start moving again. "Come on. We have to get out of here."

"Dude, did you see that?" James asked as they started running back towards his house. "His face looked all burned up! That was awesome! I want to poke his burns and see how they feel."

The only reason Mark did not turn around to stare at his friend was the fact that he was used to those kinds of comments coming out of his psychotic mouth. "Well you're not going to right now. Right now we need to get back into your room."

"Well you suck," James snapped. He pouted for a moment before speaking again. "Mark?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you just do that?"

Mark frowned and looked at him. "No reason really. Why do you ask?"

James grinned. "Wow, you're really cold blooded, you know that. You're like a dead person." He started to laugh. "You're the Deadman Marky."

"Yeah, and you're a psycho. We go together like peas in a pod. Now will you move faster? If Jacob eats all of that cake your aunt brought over before we get back, I'm going to kill you too."