MAEA
It appeared that the gloves did nothing to protect her. It was a mistake she paid for dearly. The pain was shocking in a body that had not felt anything of the sort for a long time, and it quickly drove the objectives of the night out of her mind. Dropping to her knees, she gritted her teeth through the desire to scream and pushed her hands down into the sandy ground, seeking the cooler, hopefully slightly damp levels where the sun did not reach as easily.
Sucking in breaths she did not need, Maea slowly gained control over the instintual fear of fire and looked up at the building.
At least the bottles had done the trick. The house was burning. Screams from inside suggested that she might become more than an arsonist tonight, and yet that fact did nothing to move her. People died every day; they would be better off where they were going anyway. But she wanted the building to burn down, and this little blaze might not be enough. Not to mention that people would be coming soon...
Grimacing, she staggered up on her feet and withdrew slightly towards a few nearby trees. Hoping to avoid detection, while observing the fire from a safe distance.
Maea attempts to cool down her hands by pushing them down into the sandy ground, seeking cool and damp earth.
She then tried to hide by nearby trees, to observe the fire.
Sucking in breaths she did not need, Maea slowly gained control over the instintual fear of fire and looked up at the building.
At least the bottles had done the trick. The house was burning. Screams from inside suggested that she might become more than an arsonist tonight, and yet that fact did nothing to move her. People died every day; they would be better off where they were going anyway. But she wanted the building to burn down, and this little blaze might not be enough. Not to mention that people would be coming soon...
Grimacing, she staggered up on her feet and withdrew slightly towards a few nearby trees. Hoping to avoid detection, while observing the fire from a safe distance.
Maea attempts to cool down her hands by pushing them down into the sandy ground, seeking cool and damp earth.
She then tried to hide by nearby trees, to observe the fire.
Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
