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As I sat outside with a blanket around my shoulders, paramedics at my side, I stared blankly at the flames, waiting for London to be carried out as well. She never was. With a creak, the building seemed to give up, collapsing under the weight of the flames to nothing more than a pile of rubble. As I gazed at the flames it gave off, it seemed to me as though one of them looked like a bird spreading its wings and flying away. A soul leaving the mortal plane.

Do multiples! Never meant to restrict it to just one post a day. Post every five minutes if you like :]

Taking the pen from her, I looked at the papers. There were only five, and it was mostly medical and legal information: name, date of birth, age, adress of residence, known medical illnesses, the like. The last page was a questionaire about why I had contacted Clarity Refuge. With a sigh, I began to fill it out, knowing that there was no going back. It didn't take me long to fill out the page, although I went as slowly as possible. When I reached the end, I scrawled my name on the line at the bottom and dated it, feeling as though I was signing my life away.

“Oh you'll be seeing me again soon,” the Seeker replied. “I don't think I'd miss this meeting of the court for the world. I shall walk with you, if only so you don't lose your blue-eyed charge again.”

“Wait,” MC interrupted catching on to one very important statement. “Blue-eyed? Is that what this is all about? You've chased me across a country side and arrested me because my eyes are blue!? What in the hell?” She began to struggle again, not believing how stupid this all was. The guards were at least twice her size, however and all of her struggles were for nothing. In fact, all they earned her was a canvas bag covering her head.

“Shh,” the Greeter hissed insistently, attempting to hush her. “Be quiet. The last thing you want to do is send everyone into a panic. Bring her, quickly. Before someone overhears.”

“Yes, because you're being oh so inconspicuous. I can already hear the whispers,” MC heard Seeker quip quietly.

Ah. Chocolate is all important :3
Carry on.

“Hmph,” came the voice of the young man across from us, the first time he had spoken in the conversation, “Figures the crazies would flock together.”

“Oh yeah? Then what are you here for?”

“I told the authorities that the fire spoke to me and told me that the house had to burn. People in positions of power are so easy to fool.”

“So you're in here for... what exactly?”

“You see, once upon a time there was a nice happy family, a mother, a father, a son and daughter. They had such a nice life. The girl was into ballet, and was actually pretty good at it, in fact, her dance class was competing in the regionals that year. The little boy was a model student and had just started playing soccer. He was center forward and the best player on his team.-”

“So what exactly is this story amounting to?”

“I'm not finished yet, moron. As I was saying, the father was the bread winner of the family, an extremely successful lawyer, who specialized in cases like mine, and the mother, what a beautiful woman. She was young, but happy. She stayed at home to look after house and home. They even had a little white dog, it was oh so cute, a little wiggly kick-it, a Pomeranian in fact, fluffy, friendly, and very excitable. And how did I know this sickeningly perfect family you might ask? Simple, I was their next door neighbour, for a while that is, until that fateful night. At that time, I worked at the plumbing company, so it was no big deal for me to get at their water system and 'fix it up,' with a little gasoline of course. And it was such a pity, but I just so happened to spill some all around their house and drop a match on it. And how did I get away with standing outside and listening while they screamed in terror and pain? Simple, I just pretended to be crazy, and well, here I am.”

“Th-that's hic h-hic-horrible!” Elinor exclaimed, very near to tears, “I hic d-don't even hic hic r-remember my f-family. W-what if hic something like that h-happened to mine!”

“Well perhaps that wasn't the first time I'd done something like that~” his voice was dark and ominous. My eyes narrowed and I glared at him. Every fibre of my being wanted to strike him for his attitude, for what he had done, it took everything I had to hold myself back.

The whole time he had been speaking, he had not moved, the book still resting on his face. Leaping forward, I grabbed the book, snapping it shut mere inches from the young man's nose. “Break this book's spine and I'll break yours.”

“Come on.” she finally said, still seething with rage, “let's get away from this third derivative of a position function.”

Never date a woman who could throw lightening at you when she was angry, it was bound to cause all sorts of problems.

And too many trips to the store to replace items scorched in a fight.