Eliz

The Arsonist

He stood there.

The intensity of his penetrative gaze was brighter than the flames ahead of him.

The sound of fire-crackling ,feeling of scorching heat and a thick scent of melted paint and burnt wood bitter to his nostrils; an abomination to the air surrounding him.

But this was his safe haven.
He was The Arsonist, consumed in seeking revenge in the raging fire.