Pyra-Mania

[Sophia]

Pyra-Mania

 

 

 

The scene opens with a nighttime camera view of a large, old, Victorian style house sitting upon a large piece of empty land. Sounds of crickets and heat bugs chirping away in the balmy night. The view gets closer towards the front door and takes us inside the pitch black house. Within the darkness, among the light beaming in from the moonlight through the double paned windows, we can just barely make out the image of a young female. Slender, curvy, dark, and mysterious, with shades of purple among long black hair. Her combat boots make heavy thumps with each step as she strolls down the hallway, aged floorboards creaking along the way. She stops at the mantle where an old picture frame catches her eye. She takes it and clears off the dust with a quick blow. Under the caked on dust reveals an old photo, worn with time, its image fragmented under the cracked glass. She takes a moment to ponder it, before tossing it aside with force. She does the same with each piece from the mantle, discarding them resentfully and sending them crashing to the floor.

 

 

*Sloosh swish sloosh swish sloosh* The sound of the liquid in a gas can as it swings back and forth in her hand, paired with sound of her boots walking in synchronicity. Her wallet chain clinks against the curve of her hip. She stops at an old statue leaning near the bannister at the bottom of the stairs. She tugs at the cap and unscrews the top of the gas can, before lifting it upside down and pouring its contents out. Her steps quicken as she leaves a trail of the flammable liquid. She arrives at the front door and throws the gas can behind her- *thud thud* as the bulky plastic container bounces along the floor. She pulls out a hefty matchbox from her duffle bag, slides out the box inside and pulls out a long match. *Scratch*. She holds it up, as if to behold its flame, taking a moment to hold it close to her lips and take in its heat.

 

 

She tosses it over her shoulder into the sea of gasoline behind her, which erupts into flames. The fire races down the path of gasoline, down the halls and around each corner. Smirking, she makes her way down the front steps, the house blazing in flames behind her. It illuminates the dark night as the fire grows bigger, soon consuming the entire house from top to bottom.

 

She travels down the long pathway away from the house, the gravel crunching beneath her boots. She stops at the mailbox by the main road and pulls out a cell phone from her bag. She selects a contact from her list and the phone begins to ring. A deep husky voice answers after the third ring.

 

???: ..Hello..

Pyra purrs into the phone: Hey.. It's me. I'm ready..

???: I'll be there in 10.