Please, always be an active watcher~
Epilogue - Pyromaniac MiloThe humid air was becoming rigid, mist shrouding the plaza as dark smog-like clouds loomed overhead. The French Quarter was all but abandoned and silent except for the murmuring of a few stragglers. The usual scent of butter and beignets that once filled the air was washed away by a feeling of dread and impending doom. For almost two weeks now, everyone had been on their toes. Terrified of the unexplained murders that have swept the city, many moved away and some stayed and hid in their homes for most of the time. Lively neighborhoods were becoming bleak, and doors once left opened were locked tightly. While the crimes had ceased for an unnerving amount of time, an acrid scent enveloped the city.Epilogue - Pyromaniac Milo by TatsukiOtaku
The newspapers were flooded with stories, conspiracies and fear. Police were exhausted from the constant calls of panic, yet they were just as spooked as the rest of them. They knew in their heart of hearts that something was coming. Things were becoming far too quiet.
Far from the fires left
Heated Vengence - Pyromanic MiloRing-a-round the rosie...Heated Vengence - Pyromanic Milo by TatsukiOtaku
The fire of the morning sun hugged the dull horizon.
A pocket full of posies.
The charred beams of his childhood home laid crushing his ribs.
The boy stood up from the debris, reborn from the ashes like a phoenix.
Hush. Hush. Hush. Hush…
We’ve all tumbled down…
All he could think of was a familiar nursery rhyme that he loved. He remembered how his mama used to sing it to him when he was a child, right before he fell asleep.
“I can’t be… alive… Oh god, tell me I’m not alive…!”
With his back crooked and arched, Milo lifted his bruised face to meet the warmth of the sun. The mild Louisiana air embraced him in a hold he would imagine love felt like. He jerked his head, cracking the bones in various places before he opened his one uninjured pale eye to the destruction around him. His home was gone. All that remained of the small white ranch house was a scorched and crumbling outer skeleton.