I choked on the smoke, and the shakes were getting worse, but Marcus’ horror was well worth the agony.
As he burned, Turk awoke screaming, as his skin cooked and boiled. The scream was primal, gutteral, horrible. I giggled inside as his voice was silenced in a haze of smoke.
“How do you like Tibby now?” I said as the walls were engulfed in flames.
Charlie stood transfixed as the flames danced over the surfaces of the death trap, and he looked down at his brother.
“Do you understand yet?” he queried.
“Understand what, Charlie?”
“Fire is power, Marcus. Your drugs. Your money mean nothing… means to an end.” Charlie looked at the ceiling as it burned. The heat was glorious.
“You can’t seperate us. It only make us stronger,” I added.
Charlie smiled.
“You two are insane!” Marcus exclaimed.
“What was insane was the idea that you could take Wendy away,” Charlie said, “Have we fixed that problem, Marcus?”
“yes, damnit?”
“She stays!” Charlie put home.
“Yes, Charlie for christ sakes,”
Charlie turned and walked away.