Anger is the best weapon. It helps you do things you never thought you could do once you’re caught in the flurry of the flames. This is what helped him achieve one of his greatest dreams, and he could see by the flicker in the other’s eyes that it would help him, too.
There was more to demonstrate to the other, however. He needed to know that this great power he was feeling is not the peak. It is only a blip on the radar of what is possible. He stared at the burnt corpse in front of them with the echoes of the screaming and gagging of the others in the bar. He gave Axel Pyre a round of applause before kicking the dead girl’s out-reaching hand away from his boot. “This is only the beginning. You feel it now. Don’t you?” He knew. He was right. It was going to be all over for that blonde.
He turned his body to the people frantically running and trying to bash their way through the locked doors while they stepped all over each other. “That power is what is going to help you survive. In the end, it is only you and you alone you should worry about.” He glanced to see Pyre’s hands were shaking from what had happened, and he shook his head. “Don’t lose your nerve there, Pyre… or you might end up like me.”
An ominous chuckle left his lips before he raised a hand before snapping his fingers. All at once, and so easily, did the other patrons of the bar suddenly become aflame. They were screaming, reaching toward the ceiling as if resorting to begging to God for help before they eventually began to fall and pile on one another. There was no more screaming. It was just Diaz, Pyre, and the crackling and roar of the flames. “I know the pain that you’ve been through. I’m simply saving you a trip, and helping you scorch away those terrible things from your life. There will be scars, but at least it won’t hurt anymore, right?”
Another snap of his fingers, and the building came crashing down. The ceiling broke into pieces and became ash when it hit the floor below them. “Remember this, Lea. You’re just as rotten as me.”
Good morning and thank you for joining us. This morning we have more details on the incident last night that occurred at a bar in south Los Angeles…
… The fire started around 8pm, and it’s a case that is causing confusion with LAPD and detectives. The bar had a history of failing to make health and safety codes, but the fire seems to be the cause of an arsonist due to odd chemicals acting as accelerants. Police haven’t specified what chemicals they’ve found, but it has been linked to the similar use by the West Coast Killer. Although the West Coast Killer usually only has one victim at a time, last night more than twenty people were killed in the fire.
We’ll keep you updated with the latest details. If you have any information regarding last night’s fire…
He turned off the television after taking in the footage from the news segment that showed the charred building. He glanced over at the other red head that had his hand in the fire and wondered if he would remember it all given he was a little shit-faced when he found him. Diaz sat on the arm of the couch that he dropped Pyre off on the night before. He had dug through his wallet to get his information after Pyre collapsed from the stress the flames put him in. it was a lot to take all that power at once, he acknowledged. He knew leaving the red-head there would cause trouble, so he decided to take him to his home. Throughout the night, he snooped around to find the source of Pyre’s anger.
He soon discovered he had a roommate who hadn’t come home yet, and he anticipated his return. It did not stop him from going to Pyre’s room and checking his drawers. He noticed things were still packed up, and eventually he found some photos. “Son of a bitch,” He muttered under his breath before letting out a small laugh. He found Pyre’s anger, and he found himself sharing similar anger.
He held in his hand a picture of Roxas Knight sitting on the couch with Axel Pyre, but it was from years ago. It was when Roxas used to smile. He ended up setting the photo down on the nightstand and continued his digging. In the morning he watched the morning news to gather what information they had, but he knew they wouldn’t have enough information to catch him.
He heard the front door unlocking, and that’s when he decided it was his time to go. He took another glance at the other who was sprawled on the couch. “Be good, now.” He then made his way to the sliding glass door in the back and left without a trace before Demyx could even place his eyes on Axel Pyre.
He was filled with joy that Roxas Knight would finally meet his end.
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