Fireboy(COMPLETED)

Fireboy

"I had always had an obsession with fire. The way it moves, the color, the smell, everything. I love how something so beautiful and helpful could devastate if given the right circumstance. My obsession had started when I was very small, a toddler. I had gotten ahold of my dad's cigarette lighter and taken to figuring out how it worked. What I found out was that fire burns if you put it up to skin, and that left a scar in the palm of my hand. When my mom found me crying with a 2nd degree burn on the palm of my hand, she rushed me to the hospital. The bill was more than my family could really afford but my mom insisted. When my parents would go to work and I was left at home I would always get my dad's lighter and light random things on fire. One time I found a spider outside and I used a magnifying glass to burn it. Anything I could find, I would burn. I was curious and looking at the fire eat away the material mesmerized me. I was curious. I was always outside when I burned things so the house never caught fire. When I got a little bit older and had to go to school I would keep a magnifying glass in my backpack so I could incinerate bugs during recess. I was a weird kid, and I didn't have many friends, but I didn't really care. The only thing that mattered was the fire. My classmates came up with the name fireboy to tease me with. I didn't mind, I liked the name, it suited me. Throughout elementary school I carried on doing my thing, but middle school was hard. Kids took teasing to another level, with swirlies, patriotic wedgies, normal wedgies and of course a dead fish in my locker. The dead fish I didn't mind, I just cooked it at recess and ate it. I got food poisoning and was in the hospital for a week, that is the only part I was mad about. My mom and dad worried but they got distracted with my little brother and work. My little brother, Caleb, is the devil himself. Ever since he was born I've had to share everything with him; my room, my toys, my clothes, my food, every thing. I hated it, I hated him. I would play all kinds of tricks on him to get back at him for existing. I melted the face off of his favorite toy, put rat traps under his covers, but nothing I did seemed to scare him away forever. It took me weeks to figure out the perfect prank to get rid of him forever, then I figured it out. My twelve year old self was in love with this idea. So one night I took the lighter I had stashed underneath my pillow and had it at the ready. I walked over to my brother's bed and lit his cover sheet on fire. The plan was to scare him awake and then toss water on his bed but my twelve-year-old self forgot the water, or maybe I never intended to have the water but it was so long ago I can barely remember. The fire woke my brother up, but soon it had spread to the walls and carpet of the room. I was in a panic. I saw my brother rush to the window but I pushed him aside, I wanted to go first. When I pushed him aside he fell and hit his head on the bed frame. He was unconscious, but I didn't care, I had myself to worry about. So I opened the window and climbed out, not worried about the three year old kid I left behind to burn. When I initially started the fire I put a chair on my parents door so they couldn't come and ruin my plan, and I never thought to remove it when the fire spread so I guess that is the reason they never made it out either. The entire neighborhood had surrounded the building and the fire department arrived far too late to save anyone. No one ever thought I was responsible, I was a kid. I was now orphaned. I didn't really mind that either, but it meant I had to go live with my grandma, which is something I didn't want to do. So I fled the scene. When everyone couldn't find me they assumed I had died in the fire too. I now was free to do whatever the hell I wanted to. So for the next few years of my life I spent my time burning down the houses of those who had wronged me in middle school. Fireboy, I was called, no one knows who I am and they never will, because no one is going to blame mass murder on a child. Well I guess until I wasn't a child anymore. Then they figured it out pretty quick. *sirens in the distance* Well... that is my que, have a blazing day."

     -The last recorded words of Jeremy(Fireboy) Alvarez, infamous mass murderer, 1985