II

"Messy messy messy."

Double D stepped over the bloodied the bodies, trying to hold back his gag reflex. No time to worry about the mess, he needed to leave the building and find Eddy. Make him pay for what he did.

He couldn't go down, that would be suicide. The mob would be on him before he made it to the block.

Couldn't wait inside either, the crowd would eventually explore the building, and make it an oversized coffin for Double D's body.

The only way out was up.

Double D rushed up the staircase, each step trembling as he climbed. He threw the door to the roof open, and the crisp air cracked against his face.

He took a single breath to take in the air, and stepped outside. But he wasn't alone.

Perched by the edge of the building was Jimmy. Binoculars in one hand, lighter in the next, fidgeting with them both at the same time.

"Oh that Double D, when I get my hands on him, I'm gonna give him the ol' one-two."

"Jimmy must have gotten up here to scout the landscape before I hid in the building", Double D thought to himself, as he began to take aim.

For a moment, Double D began to hesitate. Was he really going to kill a man in cold blood like this? Someone who doesn't know he was there? He had killed in self defense, but this didn't feel like self defense anymore. Felt like murder, and it felt bad. Almost as bad as the metal gasoline tank that just slammed into the back of his head.

Sarah looked down at the collapsed person before her. She almost felt sorry for him. But that didn't stop her from pouring the gasoline on his body.

"Jimmy, you have the honors."

The boy's inner pyromaniac was showing. That devious smile that rarely showed was now in full bloom. And the flame of his lighter was the blossom.

But Double D was the gardner.

He threw himself forward, and wrapped Jimmy in his combustable embrace. The lighter fell from Jimmy's hands, and into Double D's.

"Don't you try anything, Sarah! Any funny moves, and we both go up like a super nova!"

"Sarah! Please! I don't like this! It smells funny!"

The realization of the situation grew on Sarah's face. The child was angry, and when she realized anger would do nothing, she became depressed, and when she realized her depression would do nothing, she became hopeless.

"You killed us all, Double D! You've killed this Cul-De-Sac, you've killed good people, and now you've killed us all!"

"I'm sorry Sarah, but you can't kill what's already dead."

You would be surprised how effective one little drop of gasoline leaking from a discarded gasoline tin and little lighter can be on a cardboard building. Double D wasn't so sure himself, but he soon found out. The flame quickly burned across the ceiling, surrounding Sarah in a burning circle of death. The building began to collapse, as the flames burned from floor to floor. Double D would witness said effect while falling down the side of the building, as he quickly jumped off before the flames touched him.

Jimmy would not only witness this towering inferno, but the top of a dumpster as his face slammed head first into it.

But Jimmy's gruesome demise was not of a complete waste. Without a body to cushion his fall, Double D would have died all the same.

A shame that Double D didn't remember to take his gun though. The mob saw the flames from miles away.

CHAPTER END