The Mayfield Arsonist // Dosis & Red River
Dosis stayed low to avoid the thick black smoke that filled the burning building. His cowl, which covered his mouth and head, protected him from the smoke and allowed him to breathe. Unfortunately, it did nothing for his eyes. In fact the eye slits on his cowl were the perfect entry way for particles from the smoke. It was an understatement to say his eyes were irritated. They were blood red.
He strayed carefully, not wanting to get burnt. Although he could probably heal from a burn in a matter of hours, he still felt the pain it brought. And he knew from past experience, it fucking sucked.
So even with the fear of getting burnt, blurry vision, and thick smoke slowly seeping into his lungs Dosis, doggedly, continued looking for residents of the building. This fire was one he was expecting. In fact it was the third fire in the Mayfields Residencies this month. It confirmed for him, these fires were no accident. An arsonist was responsible for what was going on. He had been paying attention to this case, very close attention. After investigating the previous two he’d found similar patterns between them. These patterns were indications that the same person or people were behind this act. The last two fires had already cost 5 lives.
5 more lives that I couldn’t save, Dosis thought to himself regretfully. I wont let these fires take any more. He arrived early this time and although most of the residents were evacuated, not all of them were accounted for. There had to be some left in here and he had to get them out soon. The building was collapsing.