He heard the fire before he saw it.
It wasn't the pleasant crackling from a camfire, nor the rush of a candle.
It was hungry.
It roared for blood.
It wanted to eat you alive.
It wanted to destroy all that you had and loved. And it will.
It did.
Mike was the only one who might not have been home. He was the only one who survived, right? Technically, Vic died. He didn't make it. His heart stopped. And that was when they turned on him. It all collapsed on a broken boy with burning clothes.
He was a murderer. He had killed them. All of them.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
For K. Part 1
FanfictionVic just left. Home, I mean. Everything is the same, except for the fact that people are still crowded aroud his neighborhood. His home is still gone. He'd seen it go up in flames, the red and white tendrils curling around the roof, his bedroom win...
