User:Mrs.CreepypastaFan

''Pyromania

Have you ever heard the tale of Pyromaniac Enya? Its one of my favourites, I must admit. A good, Camp fire song if you will.

You see, it all starts in a small town (insert name here) where a young red headed and crimson eyed beauty is born. Her name, as you might have guessed, was Enya. Enya Burt. It’d take too long to tell her entire story, so we’ll skip to the important parts.

At the age of four Enya was living with her parents as most children do. As the economy faulted in her country, so did the lives of its people. Her parents spent every waking hour worrying about money, rent, food, power... How long did they have? As the emotions built up, eventually they had to crack. Arguments between the two went on for hours, every day they found something to trigger them off. As the months passed, it wasn’t long till things got even worse. It was her mother that got violent first, a firm slap across her husbands face was all it took. She most likely regretted it as soon as his eyes went from shock, to anger, to pure primal rage.

One of the 7 deadly sins is wrath, did you know that? Her father didn’t care, at that moment, he unleashed it all. Every drop of pent up anger, sadness, hate, insecurity, all of it. For that moment, he could have hardly been considered human, nor animal, simply a monster. With both hands he took hold of his wife and squeezed her arms as tight as he could, she screamed out in pain just as he tossed her aside like a rag doll. With a loud crash, she slammed into the brick fireplace face first. Her nose was shattered, pieces of bone splintered out of the little remaining skin. It was more of a skin bag than a nose anymore.

She screamed, like most would, blooding gushed down from what remained of her nose into her mouth, almost choking her. She was on her knees, leaned up against the fireplace, holding onto her nose, trying to stop the bleeding and it seeped through the cracks in her fingers. Enya, the innocent child looked on in horror from the hallway, unable to fathom what she was witnessing. Her father’s attack had not ceased just yet however, still burning with anger, he stormed over to his wounded wife and grasped at her throat, blood quickly painting his hands. He squeeze her neck to breaking point, her eyes were wide open as she tried desperately to beg him to stop. He merely laughed however, though not a laugh of happiness, it was... Inhuman.

As the life slipped from her mother's body, Enya went to scream out, scream past the tears that now dripped down her face. But the voice was not there, she could only watch. Her father was not ready to end his wife’s pain just yet however, instead, he took her face and pushed it into the open flame. Took half a second before a new form of screaming filled the room. The screams of a woman's face meeting the intense flames and embers of a fire, feeling the hellish heat and burn as the fire embraced her face. She couldn’t even beg for mercy, between the blood she now choked on and the fire engulfing her mouth, all forms of communication resulted in bone chilling shrieks of pain and misery. As the fire boiled her eyes into goo and ate anyway the skin from her face, the blood that had covered her face now vapourised, replaced with burnt flesh and smoke. Once her hair caught a lit, he let go out of fear of burning himself. But before she could pull her head out of the flame, he slammed her head right onto the pile of logs that held the flame. The concussion made her exit from the fire almost impossible, she had to tear her face from the logs as the fire melted her skin to the wood. Went she finally got her face free, she turned around and showed her face. Enya saw what was left, a red and black monster, not a face, not even a bad piece of art. Just a mess... She no longer had eyes, just sockets of fire and goo. Her mouth had been melted over, unable to open anymore. Her hair was gone, small pieces remained, still lit, though now her skull was showing as the fire had burnt away the skin. On one side of her face her jaw bone was now visible, the fire devoured so much that what Enya saw could no longer be recognised as her mother. What strenght the mother had left was used for one last action, vengeance. Turn grabbed a log from the flame, with no fear of the pain it would cause, and threw it at her husband. The flaming log span through the air, completely missing her intended target, instead, smacking Enya right in the face. The log burned her cheek only slightly, but rolled onto the carpet and set it alight. The resulting flame jumped onto the side of her face as Enya now laid on her back with the fire to her side. She was able to pull herself away from the fire quickly, but not before losing half of her face to serious burns. The fire spread and quickly took hold of the whole house. Her father, snapped from his anger look at what he had done in horror. But when he heard his daughter screaming out in pain he raced to her grabbed her, kicking the front door down and running outside. They both looked on as the fire ate the home and the remains of Enya’s mother... That was the last of Enya, the sweet innocent girl, and the beginning of Enya, the Pyromaniac psychopath.

Daddy? Daddy?! W..What? Enya? Why are you still up? What’s that smell? Daddy... I want to start a fire. A fire? What are you own about, go back to bed right now! No Daddy... I want to start a fire... Enya? Enya! Stop, put down the lighter! What do you think you are doing?! Stop! STOP!

Another house, another house fire. Started in her Father’s room, spread throughout the whole house in a matter of minutes. By the time the Firefighters made it, the house was long gone and the father was little more than ashe and bone. Enya however, she was perfectly fine, happy in fact. Sitting on the lawn outside staring at the flames in awe. But who would ever suspect such a sweet innocent girl to ever do something like this? None. Only demons and monsters can do things like this.''