Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-32299870-20170615212900

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Chaos.

This was the best description one could give the current situation happening in the woods.

A wall of crimson blocked the way on all sides, preventing any progress into or out of the forest.

The blaze seemed to extend to every tree, it’s flames licking the trunks, crawling their way inside the bark. Smoke billowed, almost replacing the oxygen completely with a thick shroud of black fumes, obscuring the visons of the terrified onlookers who had stopped their cars to gaze at the growing fire that was consuming the woods.

This fire was no accident.

If an individual decided to stroll into the spacious woodland prior to the event, they’d have come across a rather peculiar event, that being two men, one seemingly dead, being dragged along the brown autumnal leaves, his blood-stained boots hanging limp against the hard earth. The other man, the one dragging the corpse, was donned in a bright yellow trench coat, or at least it would be had it not been covered in numerous grass stains and mud spatters, and seemed to have a limp. He was hooded, to hide his identity. He’d come here for a reason.

He produced a lighter, gold plated, probably stolen, from the pockets of his coat. He lit the lighter, gazing at the small flicker, allowing himself a small grin before turning to the corpse, his grin turning to a frown as he seemed to realize he wasn’t free of this pest yet. He had visited these woods before, and he made it obvious by the way he crouched down in from of a small patch of earth, one of the few that were not covered by leaves, and started pawing at the earth, as if expecting to find a hidden treasure. The man’s hands brushed against something cold, and hard.

Metal.

It was a Jerry can, olive green and riddled with scratch marks. He shook it, and the sound of liquid sloshing made him nod in satisfaction. The man trudged his way back to the corpse, intending to finish this tedious task once and for all. He took the cap off the can and prepared to pour the gasoline sitting inside of it upon the corpse. The liquid was about to leave the can when the man heard a rustle coming from the distance. This should have been nothing to worry about, animals were common in woodland. However, this man was not taking any chances. He looked around, scouring the environment for any sign of movement. With a long sigh, he decided to look around, to ensure he was truly alone. Placing the can on the ground, he walked over to where he perceived the noise was coming from, and looked around. He shrugged it off, deciding that a rabbit must’ve been the cause of the noise, and walked back to his original position, hoping there would be no more distractions.

As he reached the corpse, he was bewildered. The man could see no sign of the body that was there just a few moments ago. This was very strange, and the man spent a moment questioning his sanity.

A moment too long, he would come to find.

He heard the crunch of leaves and turned, too late, as a shape launched itself at him and tore at his clothing, nails filthy with dirt. There was a struggle, the two bodies rolling, fighting for control. The man eventually was subdued, however, when he was knocked unconscious by a blow to the head. The remaining entity, the ‘corpse’ dusted itself off, and cast its’ eyes upon the jerry can, picked it up, and emptied the liquid upon the unconscious man. It then found the lighter, lying on the floor, displaced during the struggle. It knelt and whispered in a raspy, pain-infused voice, “Killing an arsonist is harder than you think, officer”

It then looked at the lighter in its’ bloodied hands,

And lit it.



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