The burning bald guard fell on one of the many guards that were looking out for any chance to attack .
And I don’t know what high quality of orange amaterasu fire it was as just after that bald guard fell on it, he instantly began burning. And what’s more interesting was—the fire was created by his own bald head! He was burning in the sa fire that was created by himself.
It was like a man being run over by his own car—driven by his wife, whom he had personally taught how to drive.
His front part of the body burned brighter than the brightness of your mom’s phone and when that guard fell on the other guard, the other guard also caught fire instantly. The fire had beco a bluetooth.
The bald guard then stood up from the other guard and the other guard also jolted up from the floor as if cops had raided them in a hotel room.
Two burning guards were now roaming free and screaming for help. Makes rember the ti when I used to escort girls to their hos at night.
The other guards went scattered like low quality anal beads and Johnson was standing the farthest away from the chaos.
I was glad that the guards weren’t coming towards , they were just loitering around their comrades, begging for help.
And the said comrades weren’t helping as they were busy saving themselves first. They wanted no fire on their bodies after all.
But Johnson still had so sense of mind left in him as he shouted:
"Water. Bring so water! Put their fire out! Go!"
He yelled his lungs out—like a wife who found out that her husband subscribed to an onlyfans model whose college tuition they both paid for—but none of the guards listened to him.
They just kept moving further from the two fiery marshmallow guards and so of them even ran away like won after taking alimony.
The narrow corridor wasn’t helping the guards as well and since the crowd was too much, so poor souls couldn’t find any space and ended up being dry humped by the burning guards.
Now there were three burning guards and more chaos.
The biggest problem they faced was that the guards were moving instead of dying on the spot because of fire.
Malthus’ soldiers were too strong with thick skin like a crocodile with a gym mbership so it would take more than fire to kill them. But of course, they wouldn’t be able to escape from the pain the fire causes. No one was stronger and more dangerous than nature... and won when they are driving.
"Don’t run away! Bring so water, you useless punks!" Johnson shouted again.
No one paid attention to him. He had beco a sports teacher during a parents teachers eting.
"Anghh!" Johnson clutched his head and road his eyes.
A guard ran past him but Johnson caught him by his collar—just like I used to grab my crush.
Dog owners were never cool with it, though.
"You, listen! Go bring so water! Bring any liquid. It’s my order! I will kill you if you refuse. Go!"
He pushed the guard sowhere and the guard had no choice but to agree to Johnson.
So he disappeared to get so water.
Johnson then jumped in the air, looking above the heads of the other guards as his eyes fell on .
"I won’t let you escape, butter boy! I won’t let you get out of here!"
This bish..
Butter boy? How was he even coming up with these nas? He probably got called all this by his previous molesters and now he is returning the favor.
But he was kinda right, the three burning guards were now five and they were spreading chaos.
The other guards could run away but for to escape, I had to move forward. But forward were the five burning guards and if I move forward, then there is a high chance the fiery guards would fall on and I will beco the cheap version of Ghost Rider.
I have to think of sothing and fast. Soone had already gone to fetch water, before they could co back and put out the fire, I had to escape while dodging these five fire carriers.
Alright...
So first things fir—
"PAL!"
I jumped on my spot.
Then jerked my head at Jack. "The hell you doing? My heart almost lost all its cholesterol. Why did you shout like that?"
"Fcuk that, pal. Look at my body!"
"I would rather not. And your body is transparent so I can’t exactly look at it all that well."
"Motherfucker, I an my dead body! Look at it! You were smart for all this ti and now you choose to be dumb?"
My brows shot up by the sudden insult but everyone was on the edge right now, so I focused only on his request.
I shifted my glance at Jack’s dead body and it still had the bright fire torch on its chest.
I frowned. "What is it? I see nothing wrong with it?"
"You idiot, can’t you see the fire torch is burning brighter than ever! It isn’t supposed to burn like that. It’s not your haters’ ass!"
I sighed.
I leaned towards the dead body and narrowed my eyes.
"Yes. It is burning brighter than normal. Must be because of that bald guard’s good quality head. This fire is top notch. Developers should make an emoji out of it."
"You fcuker! The fire isn’t brighter because of the bald head. It’s brighter because my chest caught fire too! My body is burning! Throw the fire torch away from it!"
"What? Shit!"
I dashed my hand towards the torch and threw it away.
And that’s when I saw it... Jack’s chest was on fire.
His brown shirt had burned from the chest area and his chest had beco devoid of any hairs. It was as empty as a chest of a poverty stricken pirate.
But forget it, the fire should be stopped. His body shouldn’t get burned. If it got burned then... what? Yeah. Why the fcuk am I worried for an already dead body?
I looked at Jack. "If your body gets burned what will happen?"
"Er—" Jack waved his hand. "... I don’t know."
Motherfu—
"Then why the hell did you acted so hyper? And you insulted like I make dancing reels on social dia!"
"Look, pal. I don’t know what happens if my body gets burned. I might disappear, I might beco a ghost!"
"You are a ghost!"
"I an the horror kind ghost! The one with a patched face, the one with rotten teeths, the one with ugly voice, the one who pulls the blanket at night. The one who is a pervert! I don’t want to beco like that!"
"... Didn’t you just describe yourself right now?"
"What are you talking about? I was describing the kind of ghost I don’t want to beco."
"You are exactly like that ghost! Heck, you are worse than any other ghosts. They only kill people after scaring, but you would traumatize them, then drop your pants and then they would want to burn their eyes and if you asked for their friendship, they will hang themselves and leave a suicide note and a letter to God praying to be sent to hell but not turn into a ghost."
"..."
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