Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31073921-20170308131720

''Note from author - I want to know if this is up to quality standards, I put a decent amount into it. This is the first copy.''

I don’t like the term ‘Arsonist’. I prefer… Reconstructioner. Yeah! Reconstructioner is a good way to describe me. I change a schoolhouse or orphanage into a new building, a bonfire. Now, to get to the point I’ve been hired to pick you off the map, and yes I take requests. You’ve probably noticed by now that you're tied to a chair and gagged, don’t worry though - the pain is natural. I barbed the rope cost free, just don’t squirm and the needles won’t dig into you too much. Now it would’ve made my job alot easier if you had a basement or attic where I could store you. sigh… I guess your kitchen will do. Alright, I’ll be back in a bit. I just have to coat the house in some gasoline and such. Have fun!

Why hellooo! I’m back! Oh - you seem so shocked. Now, don’t you think I forgot I put the gun on the table. And even if your arms were untied, you couldn’t reach it, I made sure. Hey! Don’t look at me like that! I do my job thoroughly and well. What was that? I can’t hear you from under your gag! Ohh, your pleading for your silly life. “I’ll give you anything!” please! Spare me that, I’ve heard it a million times from you rich fucks. Always think you can use your millions to buy your way out of death. Yeah, well I’m lighting up your money too, or at least the safe. Hey, you know what? Maybe I wanted to end your sorry ass and I’m just doing it for fun. Choke on that while I go get you some shit.

Here you go you slob, on a plate and everything. What is it? It’s a steak! It’s a raw steak covered in gasoline. Hey! You’re going to eat it whether you want it or not - why? Would you prefer me to light it on fire for you? Oh, no. Why am I torturing you? Well I saw your face in the paper and on TV and thought - That’s who I’m gonna kill! Then what do you know! There’s a request for your death coming my way. Really convenient I might add. Now eat your damned steak. Still not hungry? Fine I’ll come back in an hour. It’s better to let gasoline sit and soak in anyway.

Heeerrree’s Arsony! How are you doing my friend? Feeling hungry, or just feeling like screaming for help when I untie your gag. Oh go ahead, it’s not like anyone can hear you from this big house and long driveway. Oh, so you’re gonna stop screaming? Smart, now open wide. Mmmm, doesn’t it just taste delicious? I’m sure. Now that’s your last meal, and or bite. What ever pleases you I guess. What? No, you can’t call your wife or kids. It’ll make my escape much harder. And you know what’s funny? Your own dear wife hired me to kill you. It might seem out of the blue but really - It’s just so damned funny that all you want to do is call your wife and kids to tell them you love them, when they’re the ones that hired me to kill you. Well burn in hell fucker, because I’m sending you right to it.  