Christmas
Night
"I don't have good luck on
Christmas. Something always goes dramtically wrong." She
admited to the boy that sat beside her on the concrete, both of
them leaned against the brick wall. "Then I'll make this
the best Christmas you ever had. Come over, We'll start the
fun at the break of dawn." The teenaged boy gave a crooked
smile, his green eyes lit up a bit. The girl pondered for a quick
moment, she knew her parents would be extremely angry if she
didn't spend Christmas with them, but what did she have to
lose? The worst they could do was send her away again.
"Alright let's go." She decided, and tossed her
clearly dyed red hair away from her shoulder, before plopping her
bag on it. The boy said nothing but got to his feet and started
to head to the back of the building, towards his house, of
course.
"Why do you guys have so much gasoline?" She
questioned, entering the oil smelling garage. "Eh. My dad,
y'know." The green eyed boy responded, to which the red
haired teenager nodded in understanding. "Alright. Load up
the wagon full of those gasoline buckets." He ordered to
which the girl raised a brow, "Buckets?" She sounded
amused. "You know what I mean." He snapped back and
grabbed the handle of two, landing them in the small wagon. The
girl dropped her bag and grabbed one of the gasoline
"buckets", she was a frail girl, so just one was enough
to hold up. The boy was the one with the amused expression now,
but she ingored it and dropped it on the wagon. They proceed to
lift and drop until the wagon was full. Then the boy yawned and
announced that all they needed to do now was wait.
"Here's the sun. People will start opening
Santa's gifts soon, let's go." The green eyes were
light and playful, excited about what ever the boy had planned.
"Are you doing what I think you are doing?" She asked,
a small smile started to creep on her face as she followed the
boy who now had the wagon trailing after him. "Depends, do
you have your lighter?" He sounded bright, and the red
haired girl pulled out her lighter, flicking it for a moment.
"This town will have a pretty bad Christmas, but aye, you
deserve such a sight." The boy looked up.
They reached townhall and glared up at the
large tree. Luckily no one was out of their house, expect for a
few people who were to distracted by their new cars. Well,
perhaps these two teenagers would be the ones to change that.
Everyone wouldn't be paying attention to the gifts in a
moment. Wildly they grabbed the gasoline buckets and and
unscrewed the caps, running around the tree and pouring out the
liquid. It was rhythm, to grab, spin, and coat as much of the
tree as they could. Soon enough they had stopped dancing with the
gasoline, simply because the wagon was empty.
The girl grabbed the tissue she
had brought and lit it on fire before swinging her hand forward,
towards the gas smelling tree. Quickly it lit up in flames, the
towering tree and the dry grass around it. The teenagers realized
this would quickly spread, and create a grass fire, but instead
of correcting their "wrong" they simply watched the
magical sight. The red-haired girl and green eyed boy were to
mermoized to notice the blaring red and blue lights, or the
crawling flames that began to eat at their feet. Suddenly they
were engulfed in flames, they skin began to burn in crisp flakes
and their scream dulled out the blaring of police cars. Wildly
they ran around, on fire and in a panic. Their skin gave a off a
horrible smell of burnt flesh, and the girl fell, coughing
heavily. Her red hair was eaten by the flames and she yelled
loudly and high pitched as she freaked out in her last moments.
The boy had a panicked look in his once playful green eyes and he
too fell next to the girl, screaming together until their mouths
became nothing but fresh ash.
The police and fire fighters arrived,
stopping the fire from destorying anything but town hall. All
around he people were confused, how could the spirit of Christmas
be like this? The two children were dead now, but they were the
ones that foolishly started the fire and try to ruin the
Christmas for their own amusment. No one would be grieving for
them when they had done such a thing.