The Day When Fire and Brimstone Fell from Heaven - Alvin Lin Mendoza 16
Faster, faster, faster!
The cold touch of his palm and the shrill cries and curses coming from the space just separated by a door made the young child tighten his arms.
This fire should have been set long ago. The boy felt the high temperature coming through the crack in the door, his face full of indifference.
If I had lit it earlier, then ▇▇ and ▇▇ would have survived.
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Save me, Miyano Shiho opened her eyes wide with fear, her clothes were stained with gasoline, her body and mind felt cold, the fanatical man muttered, the elevator was stuck between the second and third floors, her only escape was the gap between the elevator roof and the ground that was blocked by the arsonist when she looked up.
The unimaginable despair almost overwhelmed Miyano Shiho. No matter how strong she was, she was still just a twelve-year-old girl. She could not control her trembling body and the sound of her gradually starting to sob.
Sister...save me...Myano Shiho murmured to the only relative left in the world. Obviously, she finally had the chance to get close to her recently. Begging was useless. The murderer only looked at her with expectant eyes and kept calling herself the chosen one.
"She's not," a familiar voice pulled Miyano Shiho back to her senses. A red color appeared in her vision blurred by tears, almost making her think that the fire had been ignited, but soon she found that it was another person she knew, "Benjamin Wright, she is not the chosen one."
The man who was immersed in delusion finally raised his head. The murderer's face did not look fierce, and his collar and cuffs were neatly arranged. "No, she is. I saw her pick up the book with my own eyes. The Lord whispered the Holy Word in my ear, requiring a sacrifice of fire..."
If this is not your fantasy, then the one who said this is definitely Satan. Alvin nodded and comforted Miyano Shiho who was still in danger. The most urgent task was to keep the murderer away from the elevator. If the murderer slipped the lighter in his hand, Miyano Shiho would have to undergo skin grafting if she didn't die.
The trouble is that the murderer's preliminary work was as good as always. Although Alvin, who had been running rampant along the way, had caught someone and called the police, the fire alarm could not be rung and the fire-fighting equipment could not be used. The police in the scientific world generally deal with the aftermath, and the police in the Lighthouse Country in particular cannot be relied upon.
We are on our own. Artes took the first step and tilted his head to look at the murderer. Come on everyone?
......There is enough oil on the scene, Alvin reluctantly continued, the current focus is still on the arsonist, "She doesn't understand the meaning, God has no mercy on her."
"It doesn't matter," Benjamin said in a creepy and gentle tone, "The flames will send her to the Lord and purify her soul. She will feel the happiness away from the world in the flames..."
Is this man serious? Even Miyano Shiho, who had remained silent in order not to disturb Kelver or attract the murderer's attention, couldn't help but shudder when she heard these outrageous remarks.
"Like you used to do?" Alvin calmly took over the conversation.
"Just like I did in the past," Benjamin said with a pious look, "the Lord gave me the right to survive and guided me to use fire to bring him the lamb that listens to his teachings..."
"I have survived two fires before," Alvin suddenly took a step forward and surrounded Benjamin with Artus. "The fire took away my family and everything I had." His tone was as calm as ever, but Benjamin seemed to be attracted and began to listen attentively. "It was cremation, but also rebirth..."
"I was dizzy in the heat and smoke until I heard his voice... He held my hand and led me out of the fire. His figure in the flames changed from an illusion to a staring figure..." Somewhere in Alvin's story touched Benjamin, and his arm holding the lighter dropped down. "Since then, he has been with me, no matter when, no matter where, just like now..."
Alvin's narration was interrupted and he looked further away, as if in a trance.
Benjamin urged anxiously, waving his hands eagerly, "Like what? What do you say?!"
"Thank you," Alvin smiled, and the red-haired boy raised his arms high into his dark green eyes, "Arts."
The gun went off.
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