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Jon was still walking down the long country road, blood, mud and sweat encrusted on his apparently attractive face. But he didn't care, his goal was very clear now. The people he'd met, and the odd things he'd encountered made him realise what was important.

He thought back to the horror of a night, that had pushed him into realisation.

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Jon had known Terry for years, but only in recent months had he started to hang around with him.The troubled fat little man thought it to be an incredible idea if he and Jon forced their ways into their old school and set fire to every single classroom, that he said they'd ';wasted'; their precious lives in. He was somewhat over eager for Jon to accompany him. Using a few stolen petrol cans, he broke into the school, then into each room, poured half of each can, over the desks, tables and the floor. Jon stood in totally deserted coridoors, feeling at a loss of what the actual point of him being there was. After soaking each room Terry tossed lit matches into every pool of the volatile liquid, each attempt successful and instant in bursting into flames.

Terry grabbed as many fire extinguishers as he could and hurled them out windows, he took a minute to breathe, then skipped into the toilets.

';Wasn't that great?'; Terry screamed with delight.

';I don't actually think it was'; Jon said as he turned to look into the mirror. What had he done, he asked himself in his head. He closely examined his blood-shot brown eyes. People normally admired Jon's good looks, that he'd got off his Italian father and former-beauty queen greek mother. But he looked terrible, he hadn't slept for days, his short wavy black hair was a mess, he had a few days woth of stubble on his face and his usually radiant and clean tanned skin was quite dirty. He ran the tap and splashed his face with cold water.

';We should probably get out of here now, shouldn't we?'; Terry chuckled as smoke started to fill the room.

He then trotted off out of the room and towards the nearest fire exit, Jon lagging behind, to see the fiery damage Terry had caused.

As Jon glumly followed a euphoric and quite literalley bouncing Terry outside , he gave a dismissive look at the blazing building, that stood before him, that was now blinding him with a red glow, and emmiting a massive amount of heat. that look then instantly changed into a horrified one. After months of listening to and accepting Terry's sick ideas, a sudden thought slowly loomed into his mind, a thought that, with the presence of the burning catastrophe, justified itself. Terry was a nutter. As he watched the flames burst the glass windows, showering shards all over the ground and Terry performing some sort of ritual dance, he felt physically sick.

';What did you do that for, a five minute thrill ?'; Jon suddenly blurted out

No response, just a wide sickening smile, of self-acheivement glared back at him, stuck on the face of a red-cheeked, fat little swine that was Terry Gilden. The amber glow on his face, really made his pupils look wet, reflecting the towering flames in perfect detail, tears that Jon assumed Terry didn't want to shed, because he recognized those kinds of tears. Happy Tears, like the one's Jon had cried when Maya gave birth to his baby daughter. The man who stood before him was a twenty one year old, who Jon had never considered cool, infact he had previously thought Terry as a sadistic nerd, who would always alienate a conversation and create an awkward environment, but when Jon's friends turned their backs on him, who else was there, but Terry.

Then things got blurry. Terry's short greasy brown hair went out of focus. One second felt like one minute. Jon ran for his life, leaving a laughing maniac behind him. Knowing that if he saw that man ever again, he would lose something he dearly needed. His freedom, as hundreds of children had just lost something they really needed. Their education

Into the darkness he went, not looking back, his unknown destination was up this unfamiliar road, as far away as possible to that small orange light that he knew, if he looked back would be there. A rural area that he didn't recognize, that had no pavements.

';Where am I going'; he moaned

He'd just assisted in burning down a school. For some reason he was bleeding, but that accompanied the stinging feeling he had on his face and hands.

It was all too much. He collapsed to the ground, bumped his head on the way down and was out cold.

Was that a siren in the distance? Jon couldn't quite tell. He could very distantly feel the ground beneath him, although he wasn't quite sure if he could sense sound, he thought to himself over and over again whether he was unconcious. All he could do was sit there, if sitting was what he was doing and keep questionning whether his brain was awake or asleep, realizing that heDo you like how this story is going?
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It's great, hun. -smiles- Keep it up! It will be interesting to see how this ends up.
I like how this story is going, I would like to know more. I could picture how this was going like a movie screen in my mind, I like that about an author. Keep up the good work, hopefully you'll keep inspired to move on in your writing!