The phone's message was loud and clear. Tyler knew exactly where the gasoline was located so in less than a few minutes, he found himself back in the attic, stuffing his pocket with a few matches and grabbing the two buckets that were filled with the chemical. “London bridge is falling... Falling? More like burning down. Burning down, burning down. London bridge is burning down. And everyone dies. Boohoo. No survivers. How are you gonna like that one, mum? Fuckin' bitch. Heh.”Tyler made his way down the stairs, making his way into the kitchen first which to his luck, was empty. He took off the cap of the gasoline bucket and started to pour the liquid in every corner, wanting to soak the whole place up. Once he was done, he decided to start pouring the gasoline in the hallway. He figured he'd pour the most gasoline there since that hallway led to most of the rooms in the first floor. He smirked as he started to picture the little scenes of people burning and the screams as they tried to escape. Tyler continued to pour the gasoline into the other rooms, making sure they were emptied first. Excitement was building in as he poured the room. All he wanted right now was to start the fire. To finally start the chaos. Hear the screams of horror and cries of help as the whole place was turned into ashes.
It didn't take too long for Tyler to cover the whole first floor with gasoline. He took a few minutes to contemplate his masterpiece. A few people were wondering what the liquid was, in turn Tyler said it was only water from a leaking pipe. He grabbed his phone once more as he looked at the message. His phone marked 5:30 exactly. It was time to start to set the whole place on fire. He stuck his hand inside his pockets and took out the matches. He lifted the match not too far from his face as he observed the little stick. “You're so small yet so harmful.” Tyler made sure to walk to the spot he had purposely avoided to soak up with gasoline, which was near a window and his favorite ax he had hidden behind a loose plank, he was going to get out of the mansion and watch the house fall to pieces from a safe distance. “Burning down.” He smirked as he lit up the match. “I hope you all are well-cooked, I don't like my barbecue overcooked.” Tyler threw the match into the gasoline-covered floor and watched as the flames started to form. “And that's my signal to get out."
